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 this bitch
Yo, we shut down with Dopehouse Records
We're family, we ride we roll together
For you hoes don't understand it, f**k you
KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh

[Big
Big Flake yeah, you know me
around in my city in a leg-O-D
Like, I hit the with a glock in my priches
the pool shit and I got something for you bitches
That's all in my space, trying to a nigga place
But I ain't the shit, get the f**k 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 like a ki of soda
It's the take over, 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 little niggas know about that
First we click clack, then you it go pop
I'm a young g and man I can't stop
I'm non shalant, so I be detected
And you heard the ghetto message, and I wrecked it
It's like I resurrected and came up out the grave
Cause everytime I grab the mic, all these niggas in a
It's like almighty, when you creep up in the
Every corner you weak, my g's up to no
understood, my crime stories and dope sales
My nigga Los said, man sales
You fell, if you try to test this
I'm like daytime T.V., and restless
Check the list, me and D V.I.P.
I'm a cold ass mex me frosty
Don't try to cross me, I don't like hoe niggas
I down the door with a 4-4 nigga
Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the out

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

(talking)
That's my nigga
these hoe ass niggas

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

Park Mexican]
On the play list, bracelets
we make hits, V-12's makeshift
Spent a few years in rap game
Slanging cocaine, sacks say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and with
Are the same motherf**kers I do shows with
Smoke indo, and f**k with thick hoes
My roll deep like some minnows
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine
When you got when you had to explain to
I can't do the dope, said it
Devil in the mic, be the row
As a of skills, I'm still 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 school was the f**king
Only heaven knows, what I've been
In grade I got busted with ?hijitsu?
Now I rest my in a hotel 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, come through the door
And went for bout 80 pounds of wacky
I jack hoes, but now I'm trying to rap
My nextdoor neighbor for the Astros
And night he hit two home runs
Everywhere I go I got at least guns
I got two plants, grow under lamps
I'm at the club wishing I could dance
Man I got cash, I'm a quetho
I like to my dog eat up other dogs and let go
I'm murdering, I'll destroy any
Choking on his own blood, and gurgling
Step to me, you be hard
I know you remember me from Reveille Park

(Chorus - 4x)