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 man?
I got something for his ass, calm down, no you calm
Man, you're problem? Fuck that

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

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

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

Enough you're motherfucking tough 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 when I'm angry
You'll never 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 slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the and

(I'm to get get my gun)
motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that I'll be back
(I'm to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, you
You disrespectin' me like that

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

I bring it to lookin' as if they want trouble
I send body flippin' around 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 while "Don't trust him"
I'm round up Runyan, Dave, and Nico
My nigger Big I Jamal lettin' the heat

sleep hoes got it in, you're neepo
'Cause you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's
You hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, a missle on his shoulders

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

My whole outfit count clips, get house lit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse
Betta' watch miscountless slugs I'ma
you holla 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 on his chin
Ain't going no were the drugs outta Kim

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

Fuck the night clout, guns,
(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, gotta come to me
With some dumb
I done told this motherfucker
Wassup bitch? Autograph this, oh
(I'm to get my gun)

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

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

Payback homie, don't that shit 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 to even aim
Denaun in the way and I shot him in his leg

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

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

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

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, sixteen shot
Bitch how you that?
(I'm to get get my gun)
Bet you ain't know that I'm
one, bitch this is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

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

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

to these 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 bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit out

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