Luyện nghe bài hát Take It To The Guns

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

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

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

1]
I dunno they doin over there,
but go off over here,
i dont no if they shoot ones or shake hands over there,
but guns go off here,
i dunno if they from town or if they lost over there,
but homie this New York over here, get Off'd here,
no workers the boss here, we dont go get guns, we walk wit em, yea,
i dont no what say in them courts over there,
but aint no body over here, get offed over here,
dont no talk over here,
we take ourtime and go up north here,
everybody always say let it slide,
niggas violate you they say let it ride,
or die niggas never hide,
and the ones who 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 comin i was never blind,
to me its 13 0'clock im of time,
i no you my man so you aint no friend of mine,
hit you 7 times wit the 9,
o parden yourself i you say it 7 times,
14 a hundred mac multiplies,
spoke with gang sign language, slice pack,
i spoke with language and gave him his knife back,
so dont ever ask why im takin it that,
i took it how you put it, now take 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 it to the guns

Born in the gutter, 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

2]
I smoke a large for cheaper,
my gun sick 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,
pull over and to us egor,
why your man keep pealin off he see us,
he one of them hot head niggas, He'll off in the freezer,
thats my i chase his boss out his sneakers,
the ran so fast he lost his adidas,
as a student had the force of a leader,
talked to teachers with of a thinker,
me and him strong by side, dont try to walk in between us,
stand beside us or lay underneath us,
jackson like michael, flip like alicia,
pull mats burney to get friends like aretha,
playin for keps, them hogs wanna keep us,
because we walk the 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, in the slums
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, 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 take you to blood, we can take it to the

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

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