Luyện nghe bài hát Get My Gun

I'm to get get my gun

This motherfucker to disrespect 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 motherfucker to pop shit to me? Man
He wasn't poppin' shit, you heard him he was them shit
shit? That shit, you heard him
He asked for autograph

A mass murderer, pack burners to blast further you can get
My be shooting through bricks
I mix anything together, I guillotine a nigger
it heated, I pop clips with 17 or better

I'll be heads, I'm in everyones nightmare
A nigger that can never ever be 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 tough talk, you're
Get balls blew off, from a sawed-off, fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all y'all , what you the navy when I'm angry
never catch me hangin' in a NOC's car

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

(I'm to get get my gun)
This motherfucker's that shit
Nah fuck 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 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 it to niggers lookin' as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a double
Forget about the fightin', scrappin', squabing,
I'll the piece you jumpin', dodgin', duckin'

Squatin' under trucks and screamin' "That niggers "
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

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

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

My outfit count clips, get you're house lit the fuck up
You're shit, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountless slugs send
Watch you holla when them 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 your blood on you're
Make a run, got a hint, a slug on his chin
going no were like the drugs outta Kim

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

Dumbass motherfuckers, always gotta to me
With dumb shit
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 is all jammed up, up
you cock sucking, good for nothing
Mother-fucking of shit, shoot, ah

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

Payback homie, play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to leave shit alone 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 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 some grown man shit
Then we, then we talk about our problems, couldn't we?
Just shoot a fair one and handled this seriously

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

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, shot clip
Bitch how you like
(I'm to get get my gun)
Bet you know that I'm strapped
Nice one, this is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

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

Hey, Kate, do you wanna get
my pictures on fucking Phillips 38
That's why I don't be fucking battle
'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 to blow this bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some came out

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