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 tight
Aight, if with us, throw your guns up, what the fuck?
Form a philly, cock your back and bust

You the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college
Science scholar in this of violence and dollars
Firm god from the projects, it ain't hard
From medicate cars to cars, my click is that large
To get dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks
Who Versace 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 reptilians run from
Willions [Incomprehensible], like
style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in
The same streets you can't get a in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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