Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Guns - Half-A-Mill

Y'know, personally, I'm for the paper, as as we all see doe
Yo yo, big boys play for large sums,
Even bitches got their shit
Aight, if you're with us, throw your up, what the fuck?
a philly, cock your shit back and bust

You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause in college
Science scholar in this of violence and dollars
Firm rappin' god from the projects, it hard
From medicate cars to platinum cars, my is that large
To get dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks
Who rock bras in the drop, watchin' the stars

Yo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, on Congress
Benz whipped with the 6, on this 8 trillion
When I appear run from affilions
Willions [Incomprehensible], Indians
Your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive in
The streets you can't get a penny in

All my real niggas hear me when
Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, calicoes in
Niggas splittin' in the position they sittin' in
sentencin'? We got too much Benjamins
We even got six I E M plastic currency
With Images of Quentin in

My lay back
We use to pump a G, now we pump 100-K
aimed at, destroy your whole world like K-mat
What part of the game's that? The curse, my hot verse is rap
got the game trapped, I be the king mack
All my bitches mine 'til they crack

Yo yo, big play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cons
It's all a game, even bitches got their shit
On the 18, suckin' dick right and sip right
If you're with us, your guns up
What the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit and bust

What? NY to New Orleans, we all fiends
Court scenes, flashbacks to and fought Cream
bussin', stash house out in Flushing
Corruption, mental is foul adjustin'

Cold nights, the streets my whole life
Back up off kikes, focus for who lost sight
Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across
Short i's, so many livin' off lies

up, hopin' my new shorty don't stand me up
It had me stuck, after this session, I plan to
Hot pursuit, a real image of Pop Duke
Block lasoo's, paper player of my roots

So what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his game so
Really, most rap cats come near me
So it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and
Fools are frost, regulate life through rules and

Big boys play for sums
Stack up, strategize, the cons come
It's all a game, even bitches got shit tight
On the scene 18, suckin' dick and sip right
If you're us, throw your guns up, what the fuck?
Form a philly, cock your shit and bust

Firm official, 8-50 I, burnin' pistol, Magnum P-I
V-I, willie hat, Half beehive, wise guy
'95 I, look in my eye, Allah, project aimin' rod
Greatest star Agbar, a hot car
Shark Bar, private engagement, entertainment

I grab mics and I it
How I went from the to the brainless
To the minds of the wise and the
Nigga's wives admire the guy's
Kick off their rings to give head to the king
It's just a cheddar thing, amaretta, Armani thing

We into things like wettin' the brains
outta stretches and minks, crime connected with link
Up in the club drinks, bitches eyein' the spinks
Hustler haters us, my guns say, "Fuck what they think"
Once I copped a Hummer this summer a buttoned-up mink

Big boys play for large
up, strategize, watch the cons come
It's all a game, bitches got their shit tight
On the scene 18, dick right and sip right
If you're with us, your guns up, what the fuck?
Form a philly, cock shit back and bust

Bitches got their tight
If you're with us your guns up
What the fuck? Form a philly, cock your back and bust