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 together we together
For you hoes don't understand it, f**k you
KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh

Flake]
Big bitch yeah, you know me
around in my city in a leg-O-D
Like, I hit the block with a in my priches
F**k the pool and I got something for you bitches
That's all in my space, trying to take a place
But I ain't the shit, get the f**k out my face
F**k a case, the hooter hold me down
I'm 300 pounds, six feet you me now
And show me where the dance at shack
Got a cannon on my and bitch I blast back
Get the laugh, cause I ain't stopping till 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 give a f**k I drop bombs a jap
And throwed tracks, and raps, I bust caps
Now what y'all little niggas know about
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 be detected
And you heard the message, and bitch I wrecked it
like I resurrected and just came up out the grave
Cause everytime I grab the mic, all these in a daze
It's like almighty, when you up in the hood
corner you weak, my g's up to no good
It's understood, my stories and dope sales
My nigga Los said, man dope
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 bust down the door a 4-4 nigga
Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the out

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

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

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

[South Mexican]
On the play list, bracelets
Then we make hits, makeshift
a few years in this rap game
Slanging cocaine, sacks say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and with
Are the same motherf**kers that I do shows
Smoke indo, and f**k with some hoes
My enemies roll deep like some
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine
you got robbed when you had to explain to
I can't do the dope, it before
Devil in the mic, 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 finest in my school was the f**king nurse
Only knows, what I've been through
In third grade I got with ?hijitsu?
Now I rest my head in a room
With a gun and a bitch and some balloons
Watching cable half a eight on the
Mix a two liter with four O's of
I'm wago ami wathro, come the back door
And went for 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 four guns
I got two plants, that under lamps
I'm at the club just I could dance
Man I got cash, still I'm a
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
Step to me, you be hard
I know you motherf**kers remember me Reveille Park

(Chorus - 4x)