Luyện nghe bài hát Take It To The Guns

Breath heavy got haze in my lungs,
i aint nothin but a in the sun,
ma fuckers be playin whare im from,
think its a when can take it to the guns
Cops then im blazin that them,
wanna put me in the cage here they come,
mother dont be playin Wea im from,
think its a game we can it to the guns

Born in the gutter, in the slums
i dont like talkin we can it to the guns,
got a with somethin im sayin to you son,
take it how you it, we can take it to the guns

in the gutter, raised in the slums
i dont like we can take it to the guns,
yea you beside me and now you with my guns,
im a you to blood, we can take it to the guns

1]
I what they doin over there,
but guns go off here,
i dont no if shoot fair ones or shake hands over there,
but go off over here,
i dunno if from outta town or if they lost over there,
but homie this New York over here, get Off'd here,
no workers the boss over here, we dont go get guns, we wit em, yea,
i dont no what they say in them courts there,
but aint no body soft here, get offed over here,
dont no body over here,
we take ourtime and go up north here,
everybody say chill let it slide,
niggas violate you they say let it ride,
ride or die never hide,
and the who always say let it ride, they never ride,
so to swear on who ever died,
swearin on your man and you no you lied,
but you take a mans pride,
niggas take for weakness,
why im never kind,
always seen things comin i was blind,
to me its 13 0'clock im of time,
i no you through my man so you aint no of mine,
hit you 7 wit the barretta 9,
o yourself i make you say it 7 times,
14 a shot mac multiplies,
spoke gang sign language, said slice pack,
i spoke with body language and gave him his back,
so dont ask why im takin it like that,
because i took it how you put it, now it right back,

Born in the gutter, in the slums
i dont like we can take it to the guns,
got a with somethin im sayin to you son,
take it how you want it, we can take it to the

Born in the gutter, in the slums
i dont like talkin we can it to the guns,
yea you beside me and now you playin my guns,
im a take you to blood, we can it to the guns

2]
I smoke a portion for cheaper,
my gun game sick a cough and fever,
niggas straight birds a hawk and geizer,
but they run on you like a and a cheetah,
we niggas so when we walk through they great us,
pull over and to us egor,
why your man keep off when he see us,
he one of them hot head niggas, cool off in the freezer,
thats my word i chase his out his sneakers,
the nigga ran so he lost his adidas,
even as a had the force of a leader,
talked to teachers thoughts of a thinker,
me and him strong side by side, dont try to walk in us,
even stand beside us or lay us,
like michael, flip keys like alicia,
pull mats like burney to get friends aretha,
pigs playin for keps, them wanna keep us,
because we walk the and talk with the nina,
im tossin the heata, i aint to get cought without it,
but i aint to get cought with it neither,

Born in the gutter, raised in the
i dont like talkin we can it to the guns,
got a problem with somethin im to you son,
take it how you want it, we can it to the guns

in the gutter, raised in the slums
i like talkin we can take it to the guns,
yea you beside me and now you playin my guns,
im a take you to blood, we can it to the guns

3]
You dont wanna take it there, us real dudes smell fear,
all the crack heads say they you when you let em get by,
all they really love is crack, they just get high,
in my hood they dont about a couple of chumps,
when the gun boys come, all they want is guns,
but when the narcs snatch you up, it dreams,
they bag you and bag a fein,
the threw the book at my man, we had a team,
judges like throwin books, why i throw magazines,
yall got a lotta and a lil nina, ya grills gotta get a lil meana,
if i wanna say xxxx you, i gunna give you the middle finger,
real niggas say xxxx you the triger finger,
run on block and hit you like a bolita,
i toke ninas and poke feevers, and rims for you,
and plot smart schames for you,
after they bang with you they the man on you,
he snitchin on his own colors, man for you,
the white man you becuse the dark man saw you,
heard when they outta that dark van on you,
whole fear bounced, even your ark ran on you,
what you expect niggas to spark for you,
that gun aint jammed on you, your hearts on you,
spoke with gang sign language, said pack,
i spoke with language and gave him his knife back,
dont ever ask why im it like that,
i took it how you put it, now it right back,

I lost a whole homies to the gun,
will chase you to ya grave if you run,
20 ta life they aint wit you son,
so think you take it to the gun