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 apple won't
I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his
yellin' out the window "Joe's at it again"
But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him the pen
I mean want to knock me just 'cause I'm cocky
An arrogant fuck, wave "Hi" when watch me
Can't me every time official

Better find my or this nine gone lift you
"He was a individual" what the papers scriptured
Had him on the front page in his graduation
And they probably hit you if you brought your glock
Me and my gat Wilson, we all we got
We walk the scorchin' blocks with the on top
Even if the old ladies to call the cops I got guns

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

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

Nowadays my priorities based on fun
I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them
Sick society's got protectin' his fam
Fuck Prudential, I got my own plan
Respect me man, I'm on a so to speak
too dumb to play your position so unique
I'll trade 'way your faggot vacate the streets
GangStarr, Fam, and TS, we way deep
And even if you had a thought to on us
Our fire will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust
Slow death, no rep, hollows have you
You just for you, he got a lavish casket
Call us savage bastards usin' all necessary
It's customary, it's you we got to bury
We'll dead your homo thug
Head make your head jerk
My been in the roof, he's an expert

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