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 sums
Even bitches got shit tight
If you wit us, your guns up
What the
Firm affilli cock your back and bust

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

Firm god
from the projects, it ain't
medicaid cards
to cards
my click is large
to get they dick licked, and massaged
by rich chicks, who Versace bras
in the drop, the stars
Yo, the is ours

accomplished
shittin' on

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

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

My lay back
We used to pump a g, now we 100k packs
Guns at
destroy whole world like k mat
What 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 play for large
Stack up, strategize, watch the cards
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 your shit and bust

From NY to New
we all
Court
flashbacks of before cream

Guns
Stash house out in

killer mental, foul adjustin'

Cold
ran through the my whole life
and forth, kikes
focus for niggas who lost

Travel thought
light years, way across skies
eye
so many a livin' off lies

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

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

So what ya yearly?
I play this so sincerely

most rap cats couldn't come me

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

Big boys play for sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cards
all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
On the scene, 18, dick right
You right?
If you wit us, throw guns up
What the
Firm afilli, cock your shit back and

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

Allah
Project raw
Greatest star
a hot car
Bar

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

Take off their rings
to give to the king
It's just a cheddar
Amaretta, leather thing
We better things
like wettin' the

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