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
the fuck?
Firm cock your shit back and bust

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

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

accomplished
shittin' on

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

exile your team, like
Your a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentleys in
the same streets you can't get a in
All my shootout niggas hear me when
Half-A-Mil out with Bohemians
calicos in
splittin' in
the same position sittin' in
What
We got too benjamins
We even got triple six I E M plastic with chip in em
of Clinton in

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

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

From NY to New
we all
Court
flashbacks of before cream

Guns
house out in Flushing

killer mental, it's adjustin'

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

Travel thought
beyond light years, way skies
eye
so many make a livin' off

up
Hopin' my new shorty stand me up
and have me
After this session, I to fuck

Hot
A real splittin' image of Pop
Rock
paper play a of my roots

So what ya gross
I play this so sincerely

most rap cats couldn't come me

So either or
Peter pay Paul, you and
Fools and
regulate life through and laws

Big boys for large sums
up, strategize, watch 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, your shit back and bust

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

Praisin'
Project raw
Greatest Agbar
a hot car
Bar

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

off their wedding rings
to give to the king
It's just a cheddar
Amaretta, Armani leather
We into things
like wettin' the

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