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 sums, yeah
Even bitches got their shit
Aight, if you're us, throw your guns up, what the fuck?
Form a philly, your shit back and bust

You acquired the knowledge, my cause riots 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 click is large
To get they dick licked and back by rich chicks
Who rock Versace bras in the drop, the stars

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

All my real shootout hear me when
Half-A-Mil out with Bohemians, calicoes spittin' in
Niggas in the same position they sittin' in
sentencin'? We got too much Benjamins
We got triple six I E M plastic currency
With [Incomprehensible] of Quentin in

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

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

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

Cold nights, handled the my whole life
Back up off kikes, for niggas who lost sight
Travel thought wise, beyond years, way across skies
Short i's, so many makin' off lies

Anti up, hopin' my new shorty stand me up
It had me stuck, this session, I plan to fuck
Hot pursuit, a real splittin' image of Pop
Block lasoo's, paper player part of my

So what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his game so
Really, most rap cats couldn't come me
So it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and
Fools are frost, regulate through rules and laws

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

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

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

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

Big boys play for large
up, strategize, watch 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 back and

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