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 us, throw your guns up, what the fuck?
Form a philly, cock your shit back and

You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves riots in college
Science in this world of violence and dollars
Firm rappin' god from the projects, it hard
medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that large
To get they dick and back massaged 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 appear run from affilions
Willions [Incomprehensible], Indians
Your style's a dream, we pop and drive Bentley's in
The streets you can't get a penny in

All my real shootout niggas hear me
Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, spittin' in
Niggas in the same position they sittin' in
What We got too much Benjamins
We even got triple six I E M currency
With Images of Quentin in

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

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

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

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

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

So what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his so sincerely
Really, rap cats couldn't come near me
So either or Peter pay Paul, you and yours
Fools are frost, regulate life through rules and

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

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

I grab and I explain it
How I went the brawns to the brainless
To the minds of the and the famous
Nigga's admire the guy's arrangers
Kick off their rings to give head to the king
It's just a cheddar thing, amaretta, leather thing

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

Big boys play for large
Stack up, strategize, watch the cons
It's all a game, even bitches got their 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

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