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 fuckers be playin whare im from,
think its a game when can take it to the
Cops comin im blazin that them,
they put me in the cage here they come,
mother fuckers be playin Wea im from,
think its a game we can it to the guns

Born in the gutter, raised in the
i dont like talkin we can it to the guns,
got a problem with 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

1]
I dunno what they doin 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 they from outta town or if they lost there,
but homie this New York over here, get Off'd here,
no workers the over here, we dont go get guns, we walk wit em, yea,
i no what they say in them courts over there,
but aint no body over here, get offed over here,
no body talk over here,
we ourtime and go up north over here,
everybody say chill let it slide,
violate you when they say let it ride,
ride or die niggas hide,
and the ones who always say let it ride, they ride,
so to swear on who ever 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 comin i was never 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 wit the barretta 9,
o parden yourself i you say it 7 times,
14 a hundred mac multiplies,
spoke with gang sign language, said pack,
i with body language and gave him his knife back,
so ever ask why im takin it like that,
because i took it how you put it, now take it back,

Born in the gutter, in the slums
i dont like 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 like 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 a large portion for cheaper,
my gun sick like a cough and fever,
niggas birds like a hawk and geizer,
but they run on you a horse and a cheetah,
we niggas so when we walk through they great us,
over and talk to us egor,
why your man keep off when he see us,
he one of hot head niggas, He'll cool off in the freezer,
thats my word i his boss out his sneakers,
the nigga ran so he lost his adidas,
as a student 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 us or lay underneath us,
jackson michael, flip keys like alicia,
pull mats like to get friends like aretha,
playin for keps, them hogs wanna keep us,
because we walk the walk and talk the nina,
im tossin the heata, i aint to get cought without it,
but i aint tryin to get with it neither,

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 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 me and now you playin with my guns,
im a take you to blood, we can take it to the

3]
You really wanna take it there, us real dudes smell fear,
all the heads say they love you when 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 books, thats why i throw magazines,
yall got a drama and a lil nina, ya grills gotta get a lil meana,
if i wanna say xxxx you, i aint give you the middle finger,
real niggas say you with the triger finger,
run on your and hit you like a bolita,
i toke and poke feevers, and park rims for you,
scheme and smart schames for you,
after they 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 whole bounced, even your ark ran on you,
what you expect to spark candals for you,
that gun aint jammed on you, your hearts on you,
spoke with sign language, said slice pack,
i spoke with body 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 aint playin wit you son,
so think befor you it to the gun