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 shit
If you wit us, throw your up
What the
Firm affilli your shit back and bust

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

Firm god
the projects, it ain't hard
From cards
to cards
my click is large
to get they dick licked, and massaged
by rich chicks, who rock Versace
in the drop, watchin' the
Yo, the is ours

accomplished
shittin' on

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

exile your team, Indians
Your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and Bentleys in
the streets you can't get a penny in
All my real shootout hear me when
Half-A-Mil shoot out with
calicos in
splittin' in
the same position sittin' in
sentencin'?
We got too much
We even got triple six I E M plastic with chip in em
Images of in

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

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

From NY to New
we all
scenes
flashbacks of kidnaps before

bustin'
Stash house out in

killer mental, foul adjustin'

Cold
ran through the streets my whole
and forth, kikes
focus for niggas who sight

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

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

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

So what ya yearly?
I play this game so

most rap couldn't come near me

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

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

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

Allah
Project raw
Greatest star
a hot car
Bar

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

Take off wedding rings
to head to the king
It's just a thing
Amaretta, Armani thing
We better things
wettin' the brains

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