Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Guns

(talking)
Yeah man, uh, I'm in the with Big Flake
Uh huh, that's my nigga, he fin to this bitch
Yo, we shut them with Dopehouse Records
We're family, we together we roll together
For you hoes that understand it, f**k you
KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh

[Big
Big Flake bitch yeah, you me
Ride around in my city in a
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 a nigga place
But I ain't with the shit, get the out my face
F**k a case, the hooter can't me down
I'm 300 pounds, six you know me now
And show me bitch the dance at shack
Got a cannon on my and bitch I blast back
Get the last laugh, cause I ain't till I fold you
I young boys like a ki of soda
It's the take over, Shut Em on the map
And we don't give a I drop bombs like a jap
And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I caps
Now what y'all niggas know 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 the ghetto message, and bitch I wrecked it
like I resurrected and just came up out the grave
Cause everytime I 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 stories and dope
My nigga Los said, man dope
You gone fell, if you try to test
I'm like daytime T.V., 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 with a 4-4 nigga
Do I like dro no nigga, Big on the loose out

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

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

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

[South Park
On the list, diamond bracelets
we make hits, V-12's makeshift
Spent a few in this rap game
Slanging cocaine, nasty say
Niggas I was kilos, and elbows with
Are the motherf**kers that I do shows with
Smoke indo, and f**k some thick hoes
My enemies roll deep 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 still rims
I got a beer belly like I'm having twins
I'm the youngest, mom say I'm the
The bitch in my school was the f**king nurse
Only knows, what I've been through
In third grade I got busted ?hijitsu?
Now I rest my head in a room
With a gun and a bitch and some used
Watching half a eight on the table
Mix a two liter four O's of maple
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 he hit two home runs
Everywhere I go I got at four guns
I got two plants, that grow under
I'm at the club just 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 better be
I know you motherf**kers remember me from Reveille

(Chorus - 4x)