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 tight
If you wit us, your guns up
the fuck?
Firm affilli your shit back and bust

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

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

accomplished
shittin' on

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

exile your team, Indians
Your a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentleys in
the same streets you get a penny in
All my real shootout niggas hear me
shoot 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 chip in em
Images of in

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

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

From NY to New
we all
scenes
flashbacks of kidnaps before

Guns
Stash out in Flushing

killer mental, it's adjustin'

nights
ran through the my whole life
and forth, kikes
focus for niggas who sight

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

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

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

So what ya gross
I play game so sincerely

most rap couldn't come near me

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

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

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

Praisin'
aimin' raw
Greatest Agbar
a hot car
Bar

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

off their wedding rings
to give head to the
just a cheddar thing
Amaretta, Armani thing
We into things
wettin' the brains

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