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 large
Even bitches got their shit
If you wit us, your guns up
What the
Firm affilli your shit back and bust

You the knowledge
my brainwaves cause in college
Science
in this world of and dollas

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

accomplished
shittin' on

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

exile your team, Indians
Your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive in
the same streets you get a penny in
All my real niggas hear me when
Half-A-Mil shoot out Bohemians
calicos in
Niggas in
the position they sittin' in
What
We got too benjamins
We got triple six I E M plastic currency with chip in em
Images of in

My niggas lay
We used to pump a g, now we 100k packs
Guns at
your whole world like k mat
What of the game's that?
The curse, my hot verse is rap
Players got the trapped
I be the king
On my bitches' mind till they crack

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

From NY to New
we all
scenes
flashbacks of kidnaps cream

Guns
house out in Flushing

killer mental, foul adjustin'

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

Travel wise
beyond years, way across skies
eye
so many a livin' off lies

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

Hot
A real image of Pop Duke
Rock
paper play a part of my

So ya gross yearly?
I this game so sincerely

most rap cats come near me

So it's 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, suckin' right
You right?
If you wit us, your guns up
What the
Firm afilli, cock your back and bust

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

Allah
Project raw
Greatest Agbar
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
wives admire the guys in Ranges

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

Jumpin' outta stretches minks
crime with link
Up in the buyin' drinks
eyin' the sphinx
Hustla haters hate us, my say fuck what they think
Plus I copped a Hummer summer, with a button up mink