Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Guns

(talking)
Yeah man, uh, I'm in the studio with Big
Uh huh, that's my nigga, he fin to this bitch
Yo, we shut them with Dopehouse Records
We're family, we ride we roll together
For you hoes don't understand it, f**k you
KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh

Flake]
Big Flake bitch yeah, you me
around in my city in a leg-O-D
Like, I hit the block with a glock in my
F**k the pool shit and I got for you bitches
all in my space, trying to take a nigga place
But I with the shit, get the f**k out my face
F**k a case, the hooter hold me down
I'm 300 pounds, six you know me now
And show me bitch where the dance at
Got a cannon on my and bitch I blast back
Get the last laugh, I ain't stopping till I fold you
I flip young like a ki of soda
the take over, Shut Em Down on the map
And we don't a f**k I drop bombs like a jap
And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I caps
Now what y'all little niggas about that
First we click clack, then you it go pop
I'm a young little g and man I stop
I'm non shalant, so I be detected
And you heard the ghetto message, and I wrecked it
It's like I resurrected and just up out the grave
Cause everytime I grab the mic, all niggas in a daze
It's like almighty, when you up in the hood
corner you weak, my g's up to no good
It's understood, my crime stories and sales
My nigga Los said, man dope
You fell, if you try to test this
I'm like T.V., young and restless
Check the list, me and D V.I.P.
I'm a ass mex call me frosty
Don't try to cross me, cause I like hoe niggas
I bust down the door with a 4-4
Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the out

Hold a grudge with two face niggas they damn troops, bitch

(talking)
That's real my
F**k these hoe ass

(Chorus - 2x)
You your boys, I'll bring my boys
You get guns, I'll get my guns

Park Mexican]
On the play list, diamond
we make hits, V-12's makeshift
Spent a few years in rap game
cocaine, nasty sacks say
Niggas I was kilos, and elbows with
Are the same motherf**kers I do shows with
indo, and f**k with some thick hoes
My enemies roll deep like minnows
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine
When you got when you had to explain to
I can't do the dope, said it
Devil in the mic, be the row
As a plan of skills, I'm cracking rims
I got a belly look like I'm having twins
I'm the youngest, mom say I'm the
The finest bitch in my school was the f**king
Only heaven knows, I've been through
In grade I got busted with ?hijitsu?
Now I rest my in a hotel room
With a gun and a and some used balloons
cable half a eight on the table
Mix a two liter with four O's of
I'm wago ami wathro, through the back door
And for bout 80 pounds of wacky tabacco
I jack hoes, but now I'm to rap though
My nextdoor neighbor for the Astros
And night he hit two home runs
I go I got at least four guns
I got two plants, that grow under
I'm at the just wishing I could dance
Man I got cash, still I'm a
I like to my dog eat up other dogs and let go
I'm murdering, I'll any earthling
Choking on his own blood, gargling and
Step to me, you be hard
I know you remember me from Reveille Park

(Chorus - 4x)