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 for his ass, calm down, no you calm down
Man, you're problem? Fuck that

The motherfucker to pop shit to me? Man
He wasn't poppin' shit, you him he was poppin' them shit
What shit? That shit, you 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 done guillotine a
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or

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

with 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 like the navy I'm angry
You'll catch me hangin' in a NOC's car

All I have is of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat through
When I see you I'ma you're beef slow
Fuck peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and

(I'm to get get my gun)
This poppin' that shit
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)
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, this is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

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

Squatin' under trucks and "That niggers bluffin' "
I cuff my nuts while cussin' "Don't him"
I'm up Runyan, Dave, Wood 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 free-throws
You gotta hit a little if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his

You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny
A grimey older cab will leave you 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 clips, get you're house lit the fuck up
You're shit, and you're mouse clip
Betta' miscountless slugs I'ma send
Watch you holla when them hollow tips dug threw you're

I'm in love with the sin, Bugz I'ma see him
When I cock back, right to put your 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 icon, the mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lead when I you're lights out
a street cleaner, wipe you're life out
Bullets at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout

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

motherfuckers, always gotta come to me
With some shit
Fuckin' I 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
C'mon you 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 through his bitch on the way hit his friend

Payback homie, don't play shit 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
Denaun stepped in the way and I 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)

that I got a bone to pick, you said it
Then we said that wrestle like some man shit
Then we, then we could talk our problems, couldn't we?
Just shoot a fair one and handled this situation

I guess not, you wanna to the heater
So I gotta my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step between us and get shot but get separated with the
You ain't for war, Runyan ain't nothing 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 ain't me like that

(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 know 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 ain't ready
Picture's of my dog and my family
been 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 I lose, this is what the fuck happens

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

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