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

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

rappin' god
from the projects, it ain't
medicaid cards
to cards
my click is large
to get they dick licked, and back
by chicks, who rock Versace bras
in the drop, watchin' the
Yo, the is ours

accomplished
shittin' on

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

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

My lay back
We used to a g, now we pump 100k packs
aimed at
destroy your world like k mat
part of the game's that?
The curse, my hot verse is rap
got the game trapped
I be the mack
On my bitches' mind till brain crack

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

From NY to New
we all
Court
flashbacks of before cream

Guns
Stash out in Flushing

killer mental, foul adjustin'

Cold
ran through the streets my life
Back and forth,
focus for niggas who lost

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

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

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

So what ya yearly?
I this game so sincerely

most rap cats couldn't come me

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

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

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

Praisin'
aimin' raw
Greatest Agbar
a hot car
Bar

Private
entertainment
I grab mics and I it
How I went from the vines of the
To the minds of the and the famous
Niggas wives admire the guys in

Take off their wedding
to head to the king
It's just a cheddar
Amaretta, Armani thing
We into better
like wettin' the

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