Luyện nghe bài hát Get My Gun

I'm to get get my gun

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

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

A mass murderer, burners to blast further 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 severin' heads, I'm in everyones
A that 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 nothing you can do

Enough you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls off, from a sawed-off, fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all y'all , what you 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 I'ma heat you're slow
Fuck being peaceful, the in the vehicle and

(I'm to get get my gun)
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 that?
(I'm to get get my gun)
Bet you ain't know I'm strapped
Nice one, this is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

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

Squatin' under trucks and "That niggers bluffin' "
I my nuts 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 little closer if you try
Pistol whip a soldier, a missle on his shoulders

You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny
A grimey older cab leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you frogish, you leap bitch
My car is right across the 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 you're mouse
Betta' watch miscountless slugs send
Watch you holla when them hollow tips dug you're skin

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

I'm a icon, the mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of when I slight you're lights out
With a cleaner, wipe you're 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, chumps know me
Ain't no to be home crowd homie

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

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

Yeah, wattup bitch? Say shit again
Shot the missed, hit a brick
Bounced of it ricocheted back in his
Went 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 this alone or
(I'm to get my gun)
And a shame I'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun in the way and I shot him in his leg

It's like bang, bang, bang 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 in trying to calm shit down
(Chill out man, out)

Fuck that I got a to pick, you said it
Then we said that wrestle like some man shit
Then we, then we could talk about our problems, we?
Just shoot a fair one and handled this seriously

I not, you wanna resort to the heater
So I gotta my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step us and get shot but get separated with the squeeze
You ain't ready for war, Runyan ain't to play with

This motherfucker's that shit
Nah fuck that be right back
(I'm to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, you
You disrespectin' 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 know that I'm
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 and bitch my photo's ain't ready
Picture's of my dog and my family
It's two hours and my fuckin' days ruined

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

Back to these 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, some came out

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