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 sums
bitches got their shit tight
If you wit us, throw your up
the fuck?
Firm affilli cock your back and bust

You the knowledge
my brainwaves cause riots in
Science
in world of violence and dollas

Firm god
from the projects, it hard
medicaid cards
to cards
my click is that
to get dick 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 this ectylean
I appear reptilians run
Firm

exile your team, Indians
Your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive 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 position they sittin' in
What
We got too much
We even got triple six I E M plastic currency chip in em
of Clinton in

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

Yo yo, big boys play for sums
Stack up, strategize, the cards come
It's all a game, even bitches got their shit
On the scene, 18, suckin' dick
You right?
If you wit us, your guns up
the fuck?
Firm afilli, cock shit back and bust

From NY to New
we all
scenes
flashbacks of kidnaps before

bustin'
Stash out in Flushing

killer mental, it's adjustin'

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

Travel wise
beyond light years, way skies
eye
so make a livin' off lies

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

Hot
A real splittin' of Pop Duke
Rock
paper play a part of my

So what ya yearly?
I this game so sincerely

most rap cats come near me

So either or
Peter pay Paul, you and
and fours
regulate through rules and laws

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

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

Allah
Project raw
star Agbar
a hot car
Bar

Private
live
I grab mics and I it
How I from the vines of the brainless
To the of the wise and the famous
Niggas wives admire the guys in

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

Jumpin' stretches with minks
crime with link
Up in the club drinks
bitches the sphinx
Hustla haters hate us, my guns say fuck what they
I copped a Hummer this summer, with a button up mink