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 roll
For you hoes that understand it, f**k 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 a glock in my priches
F**k the pool shit and I got for you bitches
all in my space, trying to take a nigga place
But I ain't with the shit, get the out my face
F**k a case, the can't hold me down
I'm 300 pounds, six you know me now
And show me bitch where the at shack
Got a cannon on my and bitch I blast back
Get the last laugh, cause I ain't stopping I fold you
I flip young boys a ki of soda
the take over, Shut Em Down on the map
And we don't give a I drop bombs like a jap
And throwed tracks, and raps, I bust caps
Now what y'all little niggas about that
we click clack, then you hear it go pop
I'm a young g and man I can't stop
I'm non shalant, so I can't be
And you heard the ghetto message, and bitch I it
It's like I resurrected and just came up out the
Cause I grab the mic, all these 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 and dope sales
My nigga Los said, man dope
You gone fell, if you try to this
I'm like daytime T.V., young and
Check the list, me and D V.I.P.
I'm a cold ass mex 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 niggas f**k they damn troops, bitch

(talking)
real my nigga
F**k these hoe ass

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

[South Mexican]
On the play list, bracelets
Then we make hits, V-12's
Spent a few years in rap game
Slanging cocaine, sacks say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows
Are the same motherf**kers that I do with
Smoke indo, and f**k with some hoes
My roll deep like some minnows
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine
you got robbed when you had to explain to
I can't do the dope, it before
in the mic, mesmerized 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 was the f**king nurse
heaven knows, what I've been through
In third grade I got busted with
Now I rest my in a hotel room
With a gun and a and some used balloons
Watching cable half a eight on the
Mix a two liter with four O's of
I'm wago ami wathro, come through the back
And for bout 80 pounds of wacky tabacco
I hoes, but now I'm trying to rap though
My nextdoor neighbor for the Astros
And last night he hit two runs
Everywhere I go I got at least guns
I got two plants, that under lamps
I'm at the club wishing I could dance
Man I got cash, I'm a quetho
I to watch my dog eat up other dogs and let go
I'm murdering, I'll any earthling
on his own blood, gargling and gurgling
Step to me, you better be
I know you motherf**kers remember me from Park

(Chorus - 4x)