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 got their shit tight
If you wit us, your guns up
the fuck?
Firm cock your shit back and bust

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

rappin' god
from the projects, it hard
medicaid cards
to cards
my is that large
to get they licked, and back massaged
by chicks, who rock Versace bras
in the drop, the stars
Yo, the is ours

accomplished
shittin' on

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

exile team, like Indians
style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentleys in
the same streets you get a penny in
All my real niggas hear me when
Half-A-Mil shoot out Bohemians
calicos in
Niggas in
the same position sittin' in
What
We got too benjamins
We even got triple six I E M currency with chip in em
of Clinton in

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

Yo yo, big play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cards
It's all a game, even got their shit tight
On the scene, 18, dick right
You sick
If you wit us, throw your up
What the
Firm afilli, your shit back and bust

From NY to New
we all
scenes
flashbacks of kidnaps cream

Guns
Stash out in Flushing

killer mental, it's adjustin'

Cold
ran the streets my whole life
and forth, kikes
focus for niggas who lost

Travel thought
light years, way across skies
eye
so make 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
Rock
play a part of my roots

So what ya gross
I play game 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 play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cards
It's all a game, even bitches got their shit
On the scene, 18, dick right
You sick
If you wit us, your guns up
the fuck?
Firm afilli, your shit back and bust

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

Allah
Project raw
star Agbar
a hot car
Bar

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

Take off their rings
to give to the king
It's just a thing
Amaretta, leather thing
We into better
like the brains

outta stretches with minks
crime with link
Up in the buyin' drinks
bitches eyin' the
haters hate us, my guns say fuck what they think
Plus I copped a Hummer this summer, with a button up