Luyện nghe bài hát Take It To The Guns

Breath heavy got that 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
comin then im blazin that them,
they wanna put me in the here they come,
mother fuckers be playin Wea im from,
think its a we can take 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

Born in the gutter, raised in the
i dont like we can take 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

1]
I dunno what doin over there,
but guns go off here,
i dont no if they shoot ones or shake hands over there,
but guns go off here,
i dunno if they from outta town or if they over there,
but homie this New York here, get Off'd over here,
no workers the over here, we dont go get guns, we walk wit em, yea,
i dont no what they say in them over there,
but aint no body soft over here, get over here,
dont no body talk here,
we ourtime and go up north over here,
always say chill let it slide,
niggas violate you they say let it ride,
ride or die never hide,
and the ones who always say let it ride, never ride,
so quick to swear on who died,
on your man and you no you just lied,
but you shouldn't a mans pride,
take kindness for weakness,
thats why im 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 no friend of mine,
hit you 7 times wit the 9,
o yourself i make you say it 7 times,
14 a shot mac multiplies,
spoke 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, raised in the
i dont like talkin we can it to the guns,
got a problem with somethin im to you son,
it how you want it, we can take it to the guns

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

2]
I smoke a portion for cheaper,
my gun sick like a cough and fever,
niggas birds 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,
pull and talk to us egor,
why your man keep pealin off 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 student had the 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 us or lay underneath us,
jackson like michael, keys like alicia,
pull mats like burney to get like aretha,
pigs playin for keps, them wanna keep us,
we walk the walk and talk 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, raised in the
i like talkin we can take it to the guns,
got a problem somethin im sayin to you son,
take it how you want it, we can it to the guns

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

3]
You dont really wanna take it there, us dudes smell fear,
all the crack heads say they love you you let em get by,
all they really is crack, they just wanna get high,
in my they dont care about a couple of chumps,
when the gun come, all they want is them guns,
but when the narcs you up, it shatter dreams,
because bag you and bag a fein,
the threw the book at my man, we had a team,
judges like throwin books, thats why i magazines,
yall got a lotta drama and a lil nina, ya grills get a lil meana,
if i wanna say xxxx you, i aint give you the middle finger,
real say xxxx you with the triger finger,
run on your block and hit you a bolita,
i ninas and poke feevers, and park rims for you,
scheme and plot schames for you,
after 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,
heard when they outta that dark van on you,
your fear bounced, even your ark ran on you,
what you niggas to spark candals for you,
that gun aint on you, your hearts jammed 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 take it back,

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