Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Guns

Y'know, personally, I'm for the
As as we all see dough...

Yo yo, big boys for large sums
Even bitches got their shit
If you wit us, your guns up
What the
Firm affilli cock your back and bust

You acquire the
my brainwaves cause riots in
scholar
in world of violence and dollas

Firm god
the projects, it ain't hard
From cards
to cards
my click is that
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

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

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

My lay back
We used to a g, now we pump 100k packs
aimed at
destroy whole world like k mat
What part of the that?
The curse, my hot is flame rap
Players got the game
I be the king
On my mind till they brain crack

Yo yo, big boys play for large
Stack up, strategize, watch the cards
It's all a game, even bitches got their tight
On the scene, 18, dick right
You right?
If you wit us, throw guns up
What the
Firm afilli, cock your back and bust

From NY to New
we all
scenes
flashbacks of before cream

Guns
Stash out in Flushing

killer mental, foul adjustin'

Cold
ran through the streets my whole
Back and forth,
focus for who lost sight

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

up
Hopin' my new shorty stand me up
and me stuck
After this session, I plan to

Hot
A splittin' image of Pop Duke
lasoos
paper a part of my roots

So ya gross yearly?
I play this game so

most rap cats come near me

So it's or
Peter pay Paul, you and
and fours
regulate through rules and laws

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

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

Praisin'
aimin' raw
Greatest star
a hot car
Bar

Private
entertainment
I grab mics and I it
How I went the vines of the brainless
To the minds of the wise and the
Niggas wives admire the in Ranges

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

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