Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Guns

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

[Big
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 pool 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 f**k out my
a case, the hooter can't hold me down
I'm 300 pounds, six you know me now
And show me bitch the dance at shack
Got a cannon on my waist and bitch I back
Get the last laugh, cause I stopping till I fold you
I young boys like a ki of soda
It's the take over, Em Down on the map
And we don't give a f**k I drop like a jap
And throwed tracks, and raps, I bust caps
Now what y'all little niggas know 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 can't be
And you heard the ghetto message, and I wrecked it
It's like I and just came up out the grave
Cause I grab the mic, all these niggas in a daze
It's like almighty, when you creep up in the
corner you weak, my g's up to no good
It's understood, my stories and dope sales
My Los said, man dope sales
You gone fell, if you try to test
I'm like daytime T.V., young and
the guest list, me and D V.I.P.
I'm a cold ass mex me frosty
Don't try to cross me, cause I don't 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 niggas f**k they damn troops, bitch

(talking)
real my nigga
F**k hoe ass niggas

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

Park Mexican]
On the list, diamond bracelets
Then we make hits, makeshift
Spent a few years in this rap
cocaine, nasty sacks say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and with
Are the same motherf**kers I do shows with
Smoke indo, and with some thick hoes
My enemies deep like some minnows
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you to for caine fool
When you got robbed when you had to to
I can't do the dope, it before
in the mic, mesmerized be the row
As a plan of skills, I'm still cracking
I got a beer belly 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 with O's of maple
I'm ami wathro, come through the back door
And went for bout 80 pounds of tabacco
I hoes, but now I'm trying to rap though
My nextdoor neighbor for the Astros
And last night he hit two home
Everywhere I go I got at four guns
I got two plants, grow under lamps
I'm at the club just wishing I could
Man I got cash, I'm a quetho
I to watch my dog eat up other dogs and let go
I'm murdering, I'll destroy any
Choking on his own blood, and gurgling
to me, you better be hard
I know you motherf**kers remember me from Park

(Chorus - 4x)