Luyện nghe bài hát Get My Gun

I'm to get get my gun

This motherfucker wants to 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 him he was poppin' them shit
What That shit, you heard 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 heads, I'm in everyones nightmare
A nigger can never ever be scared of the FED's
And the niggers that'll fuck with you, stab and brass 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 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 is thought of, breathing evil
Desert will eat through people
I see you I'ma heat you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the and

(I'm to get get my gun)
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 me like that

(I'm to get get my gun)
Walk to the room, sixteen shot
Bitch how you like
(I'm to get get my gun)
Bet you ain't know I'm strapped
one, bitch this is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

I bring it to niggers lookin' as if 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' trucks and screamin' "That niggers bluffin' "
I my nuts while cussin' "Don't trust him"
I'm round up Runyan, Dave, and Nico
My nigger Big I lettin' the heat blow

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

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

I'm in love with the sin, 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 going no were the drugs outta Kim

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

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

Dumbass motherfuckers, always come to me
With some dumb
Fuckin' I done told this
Wassup Autograph this, oh shit
(I'm to get my gun)

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

Yeah, wattup bitch? Say that shit
Shot the bullet missed, hit a
Bounced of it back in his shin
Went his bitch 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 stepped in the way and I him in his leg

It's bang, bang, bang nigger pop, pop, pop
bustin' rounds like 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
we said that wrestle like some grown man shit
Then we, then we could talk about our problems, we?
Just shoot a fair one and handled this 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 ain't ready for war, ain't nothing to play with

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

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

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

Back to these pictures I was to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I let him
I'm ready to blow this brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit out

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