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, calm down, no you down
Man, what's you're problem? Fuck

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

A murderer, pack burners 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 with 17 or better

be severin' 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, there's that you can do

Enough with you're motherfucking talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, a sawed-off, fa' raw dawg?
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 people
When I see you heat you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the and

(I'm to get get my gun)
This motherfucker's poppin' shit
Nah that 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, shot clip
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)

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

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

sleep hoes got it in, you're neepo
'Cause you keep shooting at me and like 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 bitch
My car is right across the street 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 mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountless I'ma send
you holla when them hollow tips dug threw you're skin

I'm in love the sin, tell Bugz I'ma 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 no were like the drugs outta Kim

I'm a psycho icon, the might bomb
Get a eye full of lead when I slight lights out
With a street cleaner, wipe 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 street talks, chumps know me
Ain't no profit to be home crowd

Dumbass motherfuckers, always gotta to me
With some shit
Fuckin' I 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 sucking, good for nothing
piece of shit, shoot, ah

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

Payback homie, don't play that is spin
To be on I told you to leave this 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 like bang, bang, nigger pop, pop, pop
Everybody bustin' rounds 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 bone to pick, you it
Then we said that wrestle like some grown man
Then we, then we could talk about our problems, we?
shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously

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

This motherfucker's poppin' 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 know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of
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' days

Hey, Kate, do you get raped?
Have my pictures on Phillips 38
That's why I be fucking battle rapping
'Cause every time I lose, is what the fuck happens

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

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