Luyện nghe bài hát Get My Gun

I'm to get get my gun

This motherfucker wants to me?
Em, Em, what the you doing man?
I got for his ass, calm down, no you calm down
Man, what's problem? Fuck that

The wants to pop shit to me? Man
He poppin' shit, you heard him he was poppin' them shit
What shit? shit, you heard him
He asked for your

A mass murderer, pack to blast further then you can get
My be shooting through bricks
I mix anything together, I guillotine a nigger
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or

be severin' heads, I'm in everyones nightmare
A nigger can never ever be scared of the FED's
And the that'll fuck with you, stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, there's that you can do

Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, soft
Get balls blew off, from a sawed-off, fa' raw dawg?
Crazier all y'all , what you like the navy when I'm angry
You'll catch me hangin' in a NOC's car

All I is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat through
When I see you heat you're beef slow
Fuck peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and

(I'm to get get my gun)
This poppin' that shit
Nah that I'll be right back
(I'm to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, you
You ain't disrespectin' me that

(I'm to get get my gun)
Walk to the room, sixteen clip
Bitch how you like
(I'm to get get my gun)
Bet you ain't know that I'm
one, bitch this is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

I bring it to niggers lookin' as if they want
I send body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fightin', scrappin', squabing,
I'll the piece you jumpin', dodgin', duckin'

Squatin' under and screamin' "That niggers bluffin' "
I cuff my nuts while "Don't trust him"
I'm round up Runyan, Dave, and Nico
My nigger Big I Jamal lettin' the heat

Heat sleep hoes got it in, neepo
'Cause you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's
You hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, a missle on his shoulders

You can fold or blow ya' brick house into tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feelin' frogish, you leap
My car is right the street bitch and
(I'm to get get my gun)

My outfit count clips, get you're house lit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse
watch miscountless slugs I'ma send
Watch you holla when them hollow tips dug you're skin

I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz see him
When I cock back, right to put blood on you're friends
Make a run, got a hint, bust a on his chin
Ain't going no were like the drugs Kim

I'm a psycho icon, the mightful might
Get a eye full of when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, you're life out
Bullets flow at you're ears, a Tyson fight bout

Fuck the clout, guns, clips
(I'm to get my )
Fuck that, run
Hit the street talks, chumps don't me
Ain't no profit to be crowd homie

Dumbass motherfuckers, gotta come to me
some dumb shit
Fuckin' I done told this
Wassup bitch? Autograph this, oh
(I'm to get my gun)

I'm trying to pull the trigger but it's stuck,
My is all jammed up, up
C'mon you cock sucking, for nothing
Mother-fucking of shit, shoot, ah

Yeah, wattup bitch? Say that shit
the bullet missed, hit a brick
Bounced of it ricocheted in his shin
Went through his on the way back hit his friend

homie, don't play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to leave shit alone or
(I'm to get my gun)
And it's a shame I'm to to even aim
Denaun stepped in the way and I him in his leg

It's like bang, bang, nigger pop, pop, pop
Everybody bustin' rounds they ra, ra, ra
But when you see me in the street, I be like Wassup
They bodyguard be steppin' in trying to shit down
(Chill out man, out)

Fuck I got a bone to pick, you said it
Then we said that wrestle like grown man shit
Then we, then we could about our problems, couldn't we?
Just a fair one and handled this situation seriously

I guess not, you resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my
Step between us and get shot but get with the squeeze
You ain't ready for war, ain't nothing to play with

motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck I'll be right back
(I'm to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, you
You ain't disrespectin' me that

(I'm to get get my gun)
Walk to the room, sixteen shot
Bitch how you like
(I'm to get get my gun)
Bet you know that I'm strapped
one, bitch this is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of
It's one hour and bitch my photo's ain't ready
Picture's of my dog and my reunion
It's been two and my fuckin' days ruined

Hey, Kate, do you get raped?
my pictures on fucking Phillips 38
That's why I don't be battle rapping
'Cause every time I lose, is what the fuck happens

Back to these I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, shit came out

Times up, her with a gun
Got on my phone and called Rev. Run
And all this shit I, regret it
All I wanted to see Elton John naked