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

You acquire the
my cause riots in college
scholar
in this world of violence and

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

accomplished
shittin' on

whip with a 6, on this ectylean tons
When I appear run
affilions

exile team, like Indians
Your a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentleys in
the same streets you can't get a in
All my real shootout niggas me when
Half-A-Mil out with Bohemians
calicos in
Niggas in
the same they sittin' in
What
We got too benjamins
We even got triple six I E M plastic currency with in em
Images of in

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

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

From NY to New
we all
Court
of kidnaps before cream

Guns
Stash out in Flushing

killer mental, it's adjustin'

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

thought wise
beyond years, way across skies
eye
so many a livin' off lies

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

Hot
A splittin' image of Pop Duke
Rock
play a part of my roots

So ya gross yearly?
I play this game so

most rap cats couldn't near me

So it's or
Peter pay Paul, you and
Fools and
regulate life through and laws

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

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

Praisin'
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 minds of the wise and the
Niggas wives admire the in Ranges

Take off wedding rings
to give head to the
It's a cheddar thing
Amaretta, leather thing
We into things
wettin' the brains

Jumpin' stretches with minks
crime connected link
Up in the buyin' drinks
eyin' the sphinx
Hustla hate us, my guns say fuck what they think
Plus I a Hummer this summer, with a button up mink