Luyện nghe bài hát Get My Gun

I'm to get get my gun

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

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

A murderer, pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting through
I mix anything together, I done guillotine a
Keep it heated, I pop with 17 or better

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

Enough with you're motherfucking talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawed-off, fa' raw
Crazier then all y'all , what you like the navy I'm angry
You'll never catch me 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 you're slow
being 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 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 ain't that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

I bring it to niggers lookin' as if they want
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 trucks and "That niggers bluffin' "
I cuff my nuts cussin' "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, you're
'Cause you shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
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 some tiny boulders
A grimey cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you frogish, you leap bitch
My car is right across the street 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
Betta' watch miscountless slugs send
Watch you when them hollow tips dug threw 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 slug on his
Ain't going no were the drugs outta Kim

I'm a psycho icon, the mightful might
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

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

Dumbass motherfuckers, always gotta to me
With some dumb
I done told 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 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 bullet missed, hit a
Bounced of it back in his shin
Went his bitch on the way back hit his friend

homie, don't play that shit is spin
To be on I you to leave this shit 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, nigger pop, pop, pop
Everybody bustin' rounds they ra, ra, ra
But you see me in the street, I be like Wassup now?
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 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 wanna 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, Runyan ain't nothing to with

This motherfucker's poppin' shit
Nah fuck that 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
how you like that?
(I'm to get get my gun)
Bet you ain't that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti
It's been one hour and bitch my photo's ready
of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two and my fuckin' days ruined

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

Back to these pictures I was trying to get
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

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