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 shit tight
If you wit us, your guns up
What the
affilli cock your shit back and bust

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

Firm god
from the projects, it hard
From medicaid
to platinum
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

Mission
on Congress

Benz with a 6, on this ectylean tons
I appear reptilians run
Firm

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

My lay back
We to pump a g, now we pump 100k packs
Guns at
destroy your whole world 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 brain crack

Yo yo, 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 your up
the fuck?
Firm afilli, cock your shit and bust

From NY to New
we all
scenes
flashbacks of kidnaps cream

Guns
house out in Flushing

killer mental, it's adjustin'

nights
ran through the streets my whole
and forth, kikes
focus for niggas who lost

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

up
Hopin' my new shorty stand me up
and have me
this session, I plan to fuck

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

So what ya gross
I play this game so

most rap cats couldn't near me

So either or
Peter pay Paul, you and
and fours
regulate life through and laws

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

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

Praisin'
Project raw
Greatest Agbar
a hot car
Bar

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

Take off wedding rings
to give to the king
It's just a cheddar
Amaretta, Armani leather
We into better
like the brains

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