Luyện nghe bài hát Take It To The Guns

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 take it to the

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

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