Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Guns

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

[Big
Big Flake bitch yeah, you me
around in my city 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
That's all in my space, to take 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 me bitch where the dance at shack
Got a on my waist and bitch I blast back
Get the last laugh, cause I ain't stopping till I you
I flip young boys like a ki of
It's the take over, Em Down on the map
And we don't give a I drop bombs like a jap
And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust
Now what y'all niggas know about that
First we clack, then you hear 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 bitch I it
It's like I resurrected and came 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 you weak, my g's up to no good
It's understood, my crime stories and sales
My nigga Los said, man sales
You gone fell, if you try to test
I'm like T.V., young and restless
the guest 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 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 real my
these hoe ass niggas

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

[South Park
On the play list, diamond
Then we hits, V-12's makeshift
Spent a few years in rap game
Slanging cocaine, sacks say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows
Are the motherf**kers that I do shows with
Smoke indo, and f**k some thick hoes
My enemies roll deep like some
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you came to for fool
you got robbed when you had to explain to
I can't do the dope, said it
in the mic, mesmerized be the row
As a plan of skills, I'm still rims
I got a belly look 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 heaven knows, what I've through
In third grade I got busted ?hijitsu?
Now I my head in a hotel room
a gun and a bitch and some used balloons
Watching half a eight on the table
Mix a two with four O's of maple
I'm ami wathro, come through the back door
And for bout 80 pounds of wacky tabacco
I hoes, but now I'm trying to rap though
My neighbor played for the Astros
And night he hit two home runs
Everywhere I go I got at least guns
I got two plants, that under lamps
I'm at the club just wishing I could
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 you motherf**kers remember me from Reveille Park

(Chorus - 4x)