Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Gunz

Yeah uh,
Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on
Living legends, ya me?(yeah uh yo uh)
I got Mac 11s about eight .38 nine nines, Mac 10s
Man this shit never end even if the won't spin
I reach in my pocket and blast you and his twin
yellin' out the window "Joe's at it again"
But this got lawyers, keep him outta the pen
I mean feds want to knock me 'cause I'm cocky
An arrogant fuck, wave "Hi" when they me
Can't stop me every time

Better find my residuals or this nine gone you
"He was a individual" what the papers scriptured
Had him on the front page in his pictures
And they probably never hit you if you brought your
Me and my gat Wilson, we all we got
We the scorchin' blocks with the hawk on top
Even if the old ladies love to call the I got guns

You got, he got, got
M dot, O dot, P my we got guns
Big ones, large heat
Humongous shit that fit up under your car seat
Pop in a heart beat keep the cannon in my
Lay you flat on your back you was tannin on the beach
We keep them thangs full of hollows
And I'm Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace
Fit raw this you ain't loco
You're buttocks big boy, heart pumps Sunoco
Brownsville in my genes
I you +bad boy+ for real,
Keep thinkin' shit is and Cream
We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya
Gun ya down, guns sing blow
Raise up cock pot my for my nigga
O.G. had quick we got guns

We got, we got, got (guns)
ill, man rowdy
I gots it
the noise, bringin' the funk, pop the lock
But only if you feel this
We got, we got, got (guns)
Crazy ill, man
I it locked
Bringin' the noise, bringin' the

my priorities ain't based on fun
I'm tryna cop some property and in case of them guns
Sick society's got protectin' his fam
Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection
Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to
too dumb to play your position so unique
I'll 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets
GangStarr, Fam, and TS, we way deep
And even if you had a thought to on us
Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on
death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin'
You just for you, he got a lavish casket
Call us savage bastards usin' all means
It's customary, it's you we got to bury
We'll dead your homo thug
Head shots make your head
My been in the roof, he's an expert

Who got a problem? It's already established
I'll come through your town with a like a savage
Still down on the grounds that I'm average
Can I hear for a (yeah nigga)
It's some shit but it's always a clip
To re-route doubts and see what you about
Your homeboy's a snitch and your a bitch
We over these bricks (is that so)
underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen
You fraud, you're movin' like a broad with this shit
And you deserve a in the back of your motherfuckin'
Head the doctor fix on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers
Spit one in your and flip your shit over
Keep in mind whatever the spit
only as good as the nigga behind it bitch we got guns