Luyện nghe bài hát Get My Gun

I'm to get get my gun

motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
Em, Em, the fuck 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 heard him he was poppin' shit
What shit? That shit, you 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 clips with 17 or

I'll be severin' heads, I'm in nightmare
A nigger that can never ever be scared of the
And the niggers 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?
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, breathing
Eagle's will eat through people
When I see you I'ma you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the in the vehicle and

(I'm to get get my gun)
motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck I'll 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 clip
how you like 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 want
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt
about the fightin', scrappin', squabing, buckin'
I'll the piece you jumpin', dodgin', duckin'

Squatin' under trucks and screamin' "That niggers "
I cuff my nuts while "Don't trust him"
I'm round up Runyan, Dave, and Nico
My nigger Big I Jamal the heat blow

Heat sleep hoes got it in, you're
'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, with a missle on his

You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a odor
I'm doggish, you feelin' frogish, you 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 mouse clip
Betta' watch slugs I'ma send
Watch you holla when them tips dug threw you're skin

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

I'm a psycho icon, the might bomb
Get a eye of lead when 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 )
that, run bitch
Hit the street talks, don't know me
no profit to be home crowd homie

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

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

Yeah, bitch? Say that shit again
Shot the bullet missed, hit a
Bounced of it ricocheted back in his
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 shit or
(I'm to get my gun)
And it's a I'm to drunk to even aim
stepped in the way and I shot him in his leg

It's like bang, bang, bang pop, pop, pop
Everybody rounds like they ra, ra, ra
But when you see me in the street, I be 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 that wrestle like some grown man shit
we, then we could talk about our problems, couldn't we?
Just shoot a fair one and handled this situation

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

This motherfucker's poppin' that
Nah fuck that I'll be back
(I'm to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, you
You ain't disrespectin' me 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 know that I'm strapped
one, bitch this is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

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

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

Back to these 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, 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