Luyện nghe bài hát Get My Gun

I'm to get get my gun

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

The motherfucker wants to pop to me? Man
He wasn't poppin' shit, you him he was poppin' them shit
What shit? That shit, you 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

I'll be severin' heads, I'm in everyones
A that can never ever be scared of the FED's
And the niggers that'll fuck with you, and brass knuckle you
Then you in the public, there's nothing that you can do

Enough you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawed-off, fa' raw
Crazier then all y'all , what you the navy when I'm angry
You'll never me hangin' in a NOC's car

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

(I'm to get get my gun)
This motherfucker's poppin' that
Nah fuck that I'll be back
(I'm to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, you
You disrespectin' me like 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
Nice one, bitch is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

I bring it to lookin' as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' like a stunt double
about the fightin', scrappin', squabing, buckin'
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, Wood and
My Big I Jamal lettin' the heat blow

Heat sleep hoes got it in, neepo
'Cause you keep shooting at me and missing like free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you try
Pistol a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm trying to the trigger but it's stuck, fuck
My is all jammed up, up
C'mon you sucking, good for nothing
piece of shit, shoot, ah

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

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

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

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

I guess not, you wanna to the heater
So I grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step between us and get shot but get separated with the
You ain't for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with

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

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

to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti
It's been one hour and my photo's ain't ready
of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my fuckin' ruined

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

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

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