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

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

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

Mission
shittin' on

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

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 niggas hear me when
Half-A-Mil shoot out Bohemians
calicos in
splittin' in
the same position they in
sentencin'?
We got too much
We even got six I E M plastic currency with chip in em
Images of in

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

Yo yo, big boys for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the come
It's all a game, even bitches got shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin' dick
You right?
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 cream

bustin'
Stash out in Flushing

killer mental, it's adjustin'

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

thought wise
beyond light years, way skies
eye
so make a livin' off lies

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

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

So what ya yearly?
I this game so sincerely

most rap cats couldn't near me

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

Big boys play for sums
up, strategize, watch the cards come
It's all a game, even bitches got their shit
On the scene, 18, suckin' dick
You right?
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, half
guy
'95
I, in my eye

Allah
Project raw
star Agbar
a hot car
Bar

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

Take off their wedding
to give to the king
just a cheddar thing
Amaretta, leather thing
We into better
like wettin' the

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