Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Guns

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

Yo yo, big play for large sums
Even got their shit tight
If you wit us, throw your up
What the
Firm affilli cock your shit and bust

You acquire the
my cause riots in college
scholar
in this world of violence and

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

Mission
on Congress

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

exile your team, like
Your a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentleys in
the same streets you get a penny in
All my shootout niggas hear me when
Half-A-Mil shoot out Bohemians
calicos in
splittin' 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 pump packs
Guns at
your whole world like k mat
What part of the game's
The curse, my hot verse is rap
Players got the trapped
I be the king
On my bitches' mind till brain crack

Yo yo, big play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the come
It's all a game, bitches got their shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin' right
You right?
If you wit us, throw guns up
the fuck?
Firm afilli, cock your shit 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 the streets my whole life
Back and forth,
focus for niggas who lost

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

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

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

So what ya gross
I play this so sincerely

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, watch the cards
It's all a game, even got their shit tight
On the scene, 18, dick right
You sick
If you wit us, throw your 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

Allah
Project raw
star Agbar
a hot car
Bar

Private
entertainment
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

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

Jumpin' outta stretches with
crime connected link
Up in the club buyin'
bitches the sphinx
haters hate us, my guns say fuck what they think
Plus I copped a Hummer this summer, with a button up