Luyện nghe bài hát Get My Gun

I'm to get get my gun

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

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

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

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

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

All I have is thought of, evil
Desert Eagle's eat through people
When I see you I'ma heat you're beef
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 right
(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, shot clip
Bitch how you that?
(I'm to get get my gun)
Bet you ain't that I'm strapped
one, bitch this is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

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

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

sleep hoes got it in, you're neepo
'Cause you keep shooting at me and missing Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a 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 leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feelin' frogish, you leap
My car is right across the bitch and
(I'm to get get my gun)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, wattup Say that shit again
Shot the bullet missed, hit a
Bounced of it back 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 leave shit alone or
(I'm to get my gun)
And it's a shame I'm to drunk to aim
Denaun in the way and I shot him in his leg

It's 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 shit down
(Chill out man, out)

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

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

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 disrespectin' me like

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

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

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

Back to pictures I was trying to get developed
This man to get in front 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 cell phone and Rev. Run
And all this crazy I, regret it
All 'cause I to see Elton John naked