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, throw your up
the fuck?
Firm cock your shit back and bust

You the knowledge
my brainwaves cause in college
Science
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 conquest is

accomplished
shittin' on

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

exile your team, like
style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentleys in
the same you can't get a penny in
All my real shootout niggas me when
shoot out with Bohemians
calicos in
splittin' in
the same position sittin' in
sentencin'?
We got too much
We even got triple six I E M plastic with chip in em
Images of in

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

Yo yo, big boys for large sums
Stack up, strategize, the cards come
all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin' dick
You right?
If you wit us, throw your up
the fuck?
Firm afilli, cock shit back and bust

From NY to New
we all
Court
flashbacks of kidnaps cream

bustin'
Stash out in Flushing

killer mental, it's foul

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

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

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

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

So what ya gross
I play this game so

most rap couldn't come near me

So either or
pay Paul, you and yours
Fools and
life through rules and laws

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

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

Praisin'
Project raw
star Agbar
a hot car
Bar

Private
live
I mics and I explain it
How I went from the vines of the
To the of the wise and the famous
Niggas admire the guys in Ranges

Take off their wedding
to give to the king
It's just a cheddar
Amaretta, Armani thing
We better things
wettin' the brains

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