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

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

rappin' god
from the projects, it hard
From cards
to cards
my click is large
to get they dick licked, and massaged
by rich chicks, who rock bras
in the drop, the stars
Yo, the conquest is

accomplished
shittin' on

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

exile team, like Indians
Your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive in
the same streets you can't get a in
All my real shootout hear me when
Half-A-Mil shoot out Bohemians
spittin' in
Niggas in
the same they sittin' in
sentencin'?
We got too much
We even got triple six I E M plastic with chip in em
of Clinton in

My lay back
We to pump a g, now we pump 100k packs
Guns at
destroy whole world like k mat
part of the game's that?
The curse, my hot is flame rap
Players got the trapped
I be the mack
On my bitches' mind till they brain

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

From NY to New
we all
Court
flashbacks of before cream

bustin'
Stash out in Flushing

killer mental, it's foul

nights
ran the streets my whole life
Back and forth,
focus for niggas who sight

thought wise
beyond years, way across 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' image of Pop
Rock
paper play a part of my

So what ya gross
I play game so sincerely

most rap cats come near me

So it's or
pay Paul, you and yours
Fools and
regulate life rules and laws

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

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

Praisin'
Project raw
Greatest Agbar
a hot car
Bar

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

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

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