Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Guns

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

Yo yo, big boys for large sums
Even bitches got their shit
If you wit us, your guns up
What the
Firm affilli cock your back and bust

You the knowledge
my brainwaves riots in college
scholar
in world of violence and dollas

Firm god
from the projects, it ain't
medicaid cards
to platinum
my is that large
to get they dick licked, and massaged
by rich chicks, who rock Versace
in the drop, the stars
Yo, the is ours

Mission
shittin' on

Benz whip a 6, on this ectylean tons
I appear reptilians run
Firm

exile your team, like
Your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and Bentleys in
the same streets you get a penny in
All my shootout niggas hear me when
Half-A-Mil shoot out with
calicos in
splittin' in
the same position sittin' in
sentencin'?
We got too benjamins
We got triple six I E M plastic currency with chip in em
Images of in

My niggas lay
We used to pump a g, now we pump 100k
aimed at
destroy your whole like k mat
part of the game's that?
The curse, my hot is flame rap
Players got the trapped
I be the king
On my bitches' mind till they brain

Yo yo, big play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the come
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

From NY to New
we all
scenes
flashbacks of before cream

bustin'
Stash out in Flushing

killer mental, it's foul

nights
ran through the my whole life
Back and forth,
for niggas who lost sight

Travel thought
light years, way across skies
eye
so many a livin' off lies

up
Hopin' my new don't stand me up
and me stuck
After session, I plan to fuck

Hot
A real splittin' image of Pop
lasoos
paper play a of my roots

So what ya yearly?
I play this so sincerely

most rap couldn't come near me

So it's or
Peter pay Paul, you and
and fours
regulate through rules and laws

Big boys play for sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cards
all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin' dick
You sick
If you wit us, throw your up
the fuck?
Firm afilli, cock your shit and bust

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

Allah
Project raw
Greatest Agbar
a hot car
Bar

Private
live
I grab and I explain it
How I went from the of the brainless
To the of the wise and the famous
Niggas wives the guys in Ranges

Take off their wedding
to give head to the
It's just a 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
haters hate us, my guns say fuck what they think
Plus I copped a Hummer this summer, with a up mink