Luyện nghe bài hát Go For Your Guns

"Get down let's see hands, see your hands!
see your hands, everybody, hands!
Everybody let's see some hands!
nobody move!
Don't get out of the car, where you're at"

One:

Niggaz in the street I dislike
You better get right
These days what the is a fist fight
Picture me niggaz in headlocks
When I can off shots, and put they ass in a box
Cause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a hook
You're just lookin to get your motherfuckin life
I can't wait to be a niggaz fate
So while you lift weights, I'm liftin nickel plates
So if you misbehave nigga
I'll have to kick it to the grave digger
Yeah you heard it
Doin all rope-a-dope shit, nope, your dopey-ass murdered
be the Karate Kid
But I'll be in prison doin a motherfuckin
So you can all that Rocky shit home
Sylvester Stallone ain't against Al Capone
Cause I ain't got no patience or
for motherfuckers and suckers that wanna injure me
Step up and play me I'm soft
Bitch I don't knock motherfuckers out, I'm knockin off
the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
Two to the head about cross the belly
Steady givin the runs
Fuckin clam put your fists down and go for your

"Alright, on the ground, face face down on the ground
Get on the
Hands your head"

"So, so are you gonna do?
Beat-beat the out of me?" NO!

Verse

You punk-ass niggaz hop or chill
my glock can kill twenty motherfuckers with boxer skills
That's how I put a head out
The murder scene needs more Visine to get the red out
And I don't give a fuck if you Judo
Cause I'ma your motherfuckin ass to Pluto
And when I blast the trey niggaz away
Put in the til your silly clown ass decay
So all you with the jokes
(Is ready?) Well dibbida-dat's all folks
Cause nigga you want the nine to go (boom)
Niggaz like woulda died a long time ago
Ran outta luck when I struck on you sucker
No you'll be another motherfucker bucked
Gettin all in stuffed up boots
no, I'm givin motherfuckers burial suits
Your T.K.O was A.O.K.
My way is R.I.P., are D.O.A.
Dead on
So nigga you better come with your gun if you want
the Mak-11
And those are real shots on the track 7
I ain't kickin buns
If it's a bitch I'ma you better go for your guns

"Yo wassup, what the fuck is up now

Where my money at
Hey yo, yo I told you I'd see you I see you
Aww man you act like you fight
What what? Yeah yeah alright yeah, I wanna fight"

Verse

Rollin up on wearin wigs
Cause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you motherfuckin
G Rap's a bad decision
Fuck front page I'm puttin on television
I got heart kid if you we can throw it out
But you ain't got no heart when I blow it out
out your back
Cause you got by the mack let's see you black belt dat
Picture me some pushups, and get ambushed up
And put in a box all up
So motherfucker be a
Cause I can't hit or wrestle a without pullin out my burner
So a motherfucker want to fight
You fuck around G and you'll be fightin Death tonight
So you wanna get loose G
Cause I'm more flat lines to niggaz than loose-leaf
So on Bruce Lee
Yo I'ma you who the motherfucker is with all the juice G
So if you wanna
A nigga like me, great, will make your fuckin head
I'm sendin niggaz to
out for the red dot
Or get motherfuckin head shot
are dialin 911
Huh, you little bitch niggaz go for guns