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

You the knowledge
my brainwaves cause in college
scholar
in this world of violence and

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

Mission
shittin' on

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

exile team, like Indians
Your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and Bentleys in
the same you can't get a penny in
All my real niggas hear me when
shoot out with Bohemians
calicos in
Niggas in
the same they sittin' in
What
We got too much
We even got triple six I E M plastic currency with in em
of Clinton in

My niggas lay
We used to a g, now we pump 100k packs
aimed at
destroy 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 mack
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, bitches got their shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin' right
You sick
If you wit us, throw your up
What the
Firm afilli, cock your shit and bust

From NY to New
we all
scenes
flashbacks of before cream

bustin'
Stash house out in

killer mental, foul adjustin'

nights
ran through the streets my life
Back and forth,
for niggas who lost sight

Travel thought
light years, way across skies
eye
so make a livin' off lies

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

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

So what ya yearly?
I play this game so

most rap cats couldn't come me

So it's or
pay Paul, you and yours
Fools and
regulate through rules and laws

Big boys for large sums
Stack up, strategize, the cards come
all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin' dick
You right?
If you wit us, throw your up
the fuck?
Firm afilli, cock your shit and bust

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

Praisin'
aimin' raw
Greatest star
a hot car
Bar

Private
live
I grab mics and I it
How I went from the vines of the
To the of the wise and the famous
Niggas wives the guys in Ranges

Take off wedding rings
to give head to the
just a cheddar thing
Amaretta, Armani thing
We into things
like the brains

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