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 down Dopehouse Records
We're family, we ride together we together
For you hoes that understand it, f**k you
KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh

Flake]
Big bitch yeah, you know me
Ride in my city in a leg-O-D
Like, I hit the block a glock in my priches
F**k the pool shit and I got for you bitches
That's all in my space, trying to take a nigga
But I ain't the shit, get the f**k out my face
F**k a case, the hooter can't me down
I'm 300 pounds, six feet you me now
And show me where the dance at shack
Got a on my waist and bitch I blast back
Get the last laugh, cause I ain't stopping till I you
I flip boys like a ki of soda
the take over, Shut Em Down on the map
And we don't give a f**k I drop bombs a jap
And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I caps
Now what y'all little niggas know about
First we clack, then you hear 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 like I resurrected and came up out the grave
everytime I grab the mic, all these niggas in a daze
It's like almighty, when you creep up in the
Every you weak, my g's up to no good
It's understood, my stories and dope sales
My nigga Los said, man dope
You fell, if you try to test this
I'm like daytime T.V., and restless
Check the list, me and D V.I.P.
I'm a cold ass mex me frosty
try to cross me, cause I don't like hoe niggas
I bust down the door with a 4-4
Do I dro no nigga, Big Flake on the loose out

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

(talking)
That's my nigga
F**k hoe ass niggas

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

Park Mexican]
On the list, diamond bracelets
Then we make hits, V-12's
Spent a few in this rap game
cocaine, nasty sacks say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows
Are the same motherf**kers that I do shows
Smoke indo, and f**k with some thick
My enemies roll deep like minnows
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine
When you got robbed 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 still cracking
I got a beer belly look like I'm having
I'm the youngest, mom say I'm the
The finest in my school was the f**king nurse
Only heaven knows, I've been through
In third grade I got busted with
Now I my head in a hotel room
a gun and a bitch and some used balloons
Watching cable a eight on the table
Mix a two with four O's of maple
I'm wago ami wathro, come through the back
And went for bout 80 of wacky tabacco
I jack hoes, but now I'm to rap though
My nextdoor neighbor for the Astros
And last he hit two home runs
Everywhere I go I got at four guns
I got two plants, that grow lamps
I'm at the club wishing I could dance
Man I got cash, still I'm a
I like to watch my dog eat up dogs and let go
I'm murdering, I'll any earthling
on his own blood, gargling and gurgling
Step to me, you be hard
I you motherf**kers remember me from Reveille Park

(Chorus - 4x)