Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Guns

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

Flake]
Big Flake bitch yeah, you me
Ride around in my in a leg-O-D
Like, I hit the block with a glock in my
F**k the shit and I got something for you bitches
all in my space, trying to take a nigga place
But I ain't 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 the dance at shack
Got a cannon on my waist and I blast back
Get the last laugh, cause I ain't stopping I fold you
I flip young boys like a ki of
It's the take over, Shut Em on the map
And we don't a f**k I drop bombs like a jap
And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I caps
Now what y'all niggas know about that
First we clack, then you hear it go pop
I'm a little 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 up out the grave
Cause I grab the mic, all these niggas in a daze
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 and dope sales
My Los said, man dope sales
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 cold ass mex call me
Don't try to cross me, 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 niggas f**k they troops, bitch

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

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

[South Mexican]
On the list, diamond bracelets
Then we make hits, V-12's
Spent a few years in rap game
cocaine, nasty sacks say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and with
Are the same that I do shows with
Smoke indo, and f**k with some hoes
My enemies roll like some minnows
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you to for caine fool
When you got when you had to explain to
I do the dope, said it before
Devil in the mic, be the row
As a plan of skills, I'm cracking rims
I got a beer belly look like I'm twins
I'm the youngest, mom say I'm the
The finest in my school was the f**king 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 balloons
Watching half a eight on the table
Mix a two liter four O's of maple
I'm wago ami wathro, come the back door
And went for bout 80 pounds of wacky
I hoes, but now I'm trying to rap though
My nextdoor neighbor for the Astros
And night 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 just wishing I could
Man I got cash, I'm a quetho
I like to watch my dog eat up other and let go
I'm murdering, I'll destroy any
Choking on his own blood, gargling and
to me, you better be hard
I know you motherf**kers remember me from Park

(Chorus - 4x)