Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Guns

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

Yo yo, big play for large sums
Even bitches got their shit
If you wit us, throw your up
the fuck?
Firm affilli your shit back and bust

You the knowledge
my cause riots in college
scholar
in this world of and dollas

rappin' god
from the projects, it ain't
From medicaid
to cards
my is that large
to get they dick licked, and back
by rich chicks, who rock bras
in the drop, watchin' the
Yo, the conquest is

accomplished
shittin' on

Benz whip a 6, on this ectylean tons
When I reptilians run
affilions

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

My niggas lay
We used to pump a g, now we pump 100k
Guns at
destroy your world 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' till they brain crack

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

From NY to New
we all
Court
flashbacks of kidnaps cream

bustin'
Stash house out in

killer mental, foul adjustin'

nights
ran through the streets my life
Back and forth,
focus for who lost sight

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

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

Hot
A real splittin' of Pop Duke
lasoos
paper a part of my roots

So ya gross yearly?
I this game so sincerely

most rap couldn't come near me

So either or
Peter pay Paul, you and
Fools and
regulate life through rules and

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' dick
You sick
If you wit us, throw your up
What the
Firm afilli, cock your shit back and

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

Praisin'
Project raw
Greatest star
a hot car
Bar

Private
entertainment
I mics and I explain it
How I went from the of the brainless
To the of the wise and the famous
Niggas admire the guys in Ranges

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

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