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 wreck bitch
Yo, we shut them down with Records
We're family, we together we roll together
For you hoes that don't understand it, you
KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh

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

Hold a grudge with two face f**k they damn troops, bitch

(talking)
That's my nigga
these hoe ass niggas

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

[South Park
On the play list, bracelets
Then we hits, V-12's makeshift
a few years in this rap game
Slanging cocaine, nasty say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows
Are the motherf**kers that I do shows with
Smoke indo, and with some thick hoes
My enemies roll deep like minnows
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you came to for fool
When you got when you had to explain to
I can't do the dope, it before
Devil in the mic, be the row
As a plan of skills, I'm cracking rims
I got a beer belly like I'm having twins
I'm the youngest, mom say I'm the
The finest bitch in my school was the nurse
Only heaven knows, what I've been
In third grade I got busted ?hijitsu?
Now I my head in a hotel room
With a gun and a bitch and some used
Watching cable half a on the table
Mix a two liter with four O's of
I'm wago ami wathro, come through the door
And went for 80 pounds of wacky tabacco
I jack hoes, but now I'm to rap though
My neighbor played for the Astros
And last he hit two home runs
Everywhere I go I got at four guns
I got two plants, grow under lamps
I'm at the club wishing I could dance
Man I got cash, I'm a quetho
I like to watch my dog eat up dogs and let go
I'm murdering, destroy any earthling
on his own blood, gargling and gurgling
Step to me, you better be
I know you remember me from Reveille Park

(Chorus - 4x)