Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Guns

Y'know, personally, I'm for the
As as we all see dough...

Yo yo, big boys play for large
Even bitches got their tight
If you wit us, throw your up
the fuck?
Firm affilli cock your back and bust

You acquire the
my brainwaves cause riots in
scholar
in world of violence and dollas

Firm god
the projects, it ain't hard
From cards
to cards
my click is that
to get they dick licked, and back
by chicks, who rock Versace bras
in the drop, the stars
Yo, the conquest is

Mission
shittin' on

Benz whip with a 6, on ectylean tons
When I reptilians run
Firm

exile your team, Indians
Your a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentleys in
the same you can't get a penny in
All my real shootout niggas me when
Half-A-Mil out with Bohemians
spittin' in
Niggas in
the same position sittin' in
sentencin'?
We got too much
We even got triple six I E M currency with chip in em
of Clinton in

My lay back
We used to a g, now we pump 100k packs
Guns at
your whole world like k mat
What part of the that?
The curse, my hot verse is rap
got the game trapped
I be the mack
On my bitches' mind till they crack

Yo yo, big boys for large sums
up, strategize, watch the cards come
It's all a game, even got their shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin' right
You right?
If you wit us, throw your up
What the
Firm afilli, cock your shit and bust

From NY to New
we all
scenes
flashbacks of kidnaps cream

Guns
Stash out in Flushing

killer mental, foul adjustin'

Cold
ran through the streets my life
Back and forth,
focus for who lost sight

thought wise
beyond light years, way across
eye
so make a livin' off lies

up
Hopin' my new shorty don't me up
and have me
this session, I plan to fuck

Hot
A splittin' image of Pop Duke
lasoos
paper play a part of my

So ya gross yearly?
I this game so sincerely

most rap cats come near me

So either or
pay Paul, you and yours
Fools and
regulate through rules and laws

Big boys for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cards
It's all a game, even bitches got shit tight
On the scene, 18, dick right
You right?
If you wit us, throw guns up
What the
Firm afilli, cock your back and bust

Firm 850 I
burnin' pistol, Magnum PI
VI
Willy hat, half
guy
'95
I, in my eye

Praisin'
aimin' raw
Greatest star
a hot car
Bar

Private
entertainment
I grab and I explain it
How I from the vines of the brainless
To the minds of the and the famous
Niggas wives the guys in Ranges

Take off their rings
to give head to the
just a cheddar thing
Amaretta, Armani leather
We into things
wettin' the brains

Jumpin' outta with minks
crime connected link
Up in the club buyin'
bitches eyin' the
Hustla haters us, my guns say fuck what they think
Plus I a Hummer this summer, with a button up mink