Luyện nghe bài hát Get My Gun

I'm to get get my gun

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

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

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

I'll be heads, I'm in everyones nightmare
A nigger that can never be scared of the FED's
And the niggers that'll fuck you, stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, nothing that you can do

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

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

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

(I'm to get get my gun)
Walk to the room, shot clip
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)

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

Squatin' under trucks and screamin' "That niggers "
I cuff my while cussin' "Don't trust him"
I'm up Runyan, Dave, Wood 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 gotta hit a closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his

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

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

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

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

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

Dumbass motherfuckers, always gotta to me
With some shit
I done told this motherfucker
Wassup Autograph this, oh shit
(I'm to get my gun)

I'm to pull the trigger but it's stuck, fuck
My is all jammed up, up
C'mon you cock sucking, good for
piece of shit, shoot, ah

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

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

like bang, bang, bang nigger pop, pop, pop
Everybody bustin' rounds like ra, ra, ra
But you see me in the street, I be like Wassup now?
They bodyguard be steppin' in trying to calm shit
(Chill out man, out)

that I got a bone to pick, you said it
Then we said that like some grown man shit
we, then we could talk about our problems, couldn't we?
Just shoot a fair one and handled 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 the squeeze
You ain't ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play

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

(I'm to get get my gun)
to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like
(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)

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

Hey, Kate, do you wanna get
Have my pictures on fucking 38
why I don't be fucking battle rapping
'Cause every I lose, this 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, shot her a gun
Got on my phone and called Rev. Run
And all crazy shit I, regret it
All 'cause I wanted to see Elton naked