Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Guns

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

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

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

[South Park
On the play list, diamond
Then we make hits, V-12's
a few years in this rap game
Slanging cocaine, sacks say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and with
Are the motherf**kers that I do shows with
Smoke indo, and f**k with some hoes
My roll deep like some minnows
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you to for caine fool
When you got robbed you had to explain to
I do the dope, said it before
in the mic, mesmerized be the row
As a plan of skills, I'm still cracking
I got a beer belly look I'm having twins
I'm the youngest, mom say I'm the
The finest bitch in my was the f**king nurse
Only knows, what I've been through
In grade I got busted with ?hijitsu?
Now I my head in a hotel room
With a gun and a bitch and some balloons
Watching cable half a on the table
Mix a two with four O's of maple
I'm wago ami wathro, through the back door
And went for 80 pounds of wacky tabacco
I jack hoes, but now I'm trying to rap
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, 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
Choking on his own blood, gargling and
to me, you better be hard
I know you remember me from Reveille Park

(Chorus - 4x)