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

Flake]
Big Flake yeah, you know me
Ride around in my city in a
Like, I hit the block a glock in my priches
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
F**k a case, the hooter can't 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, I ain't stopping till I fold you
I flip boys like a ki of soda
It's the over, Shut Em Down on the map
And we don't a f**k I drop bombs like a jap
And tracks, and throwed raps, I bust caps
Now what y'all little niggas about that
First we click clack, then you 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 I wrecked it
It's like I and just came up out the grave
everytime I grab the mic, all these niggas in a daze
It's almighty, when you creep 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 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 me, cause I don't like hoe niggas
I bust the door with a 4-4 nigga
Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the out

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

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

(Chorus - 2x)
You your 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, makeshift
Spent a few in this rap game
Slanging cocaine, nasty say
I was selling kilos, and elbows with
Are the motherf**kers that I do shows with
Smoke indo, and with some thick hoes
My enemies roll deep like some
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you came to for 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 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 grade I got busted with ?hijitsu?
Now I rest my head in a room
With a gun and a bitch and some balloons
Watching cable half a on the table
Mix a two liter four O's of maple
I'm wago ami wathro, through the back door
And went for bout 80 of wacky tabacco
I jack hoes, but now I'm trying to rap
My nextdoor played for the Astros
And last he hit two home runs
Everywhere I go I got at least four
I got two plants, that grow under
I'm at the club wishing I could dance
Man I got cash, still I'm a
I like to my dog eat up other dogs and let go
I'm murdering, destroy any earthling
Choking on his own blood, gargling and
Step to me, you better be
I know you motherf**kers me from Reveille Park

(Chorus - 4x)