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

You acquire the
my brainwaves cause in college
Science
in this of violence and dollas

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

Mission
shittin' on

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

exile your team, Indians
style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentleys in
the same streets you get a penny in
All my shootout niggas hear me when
shoot out with Bohemians
calicos in
splittin' in
the same position they in
What
We got too much
We even got triple six I E M currency with chip in em
Images of in

My niggas lay
We used to a g, now we pump 100k packs
aimed at
destroy whole world like k mat
What part of the game's
The curse, my hot verse is rap
Players got the game
I be the king
On my bitches' mind till 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 right?
If you wit us, throw your up
the fuck?
Firm afilli, cock your back and bust

From NY to New
we all
scenes
flashbacks of kidnaps cream

Guns
Stash house out in

killer mental, it's foul

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

Travel wise
light years, way across skies
eye
so many make a livin' off

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

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

So what ya gross
I this game so sincerely

most rap cats couldn't come me

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

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

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

Allah
Project raw
star Agbar
a hot car
Bar

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

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