Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Gunz

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

find my residuals 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 never hit you if you your glock
Me and my gat Wilson, we all we got
We walk the scorchin' blocks with the on top
if the old ladies love to call the cops I got guns

You got, he got, got
M dot, O dot, P my we got guns
Big ones, large heat
Humongous shit that won't fit up under car seat
Pop in a heart keep 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 Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace
Fit raw this nigga you loco
You're buttocks big boy, your pumps Sunoco
deep in my genes
I show you +bad for real,
Keep thinkin' shit is and Cream
We'll run you down, hunt ya down
Gun ya down, guns like blow
up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga
O.G. had shit we got guns

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

Nowadays my ain't based on fun
I'm tryna cop some more and in case of them guns
Sick society's got protectin' his fam
Fuck Prudential, I got my own plan
Respect me man, I'm on a so to speak
You're too dumb to your position so unique
I'll 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets
GangStarr, Fam, and TS, we way deep
And if you had a thought to move on us
Our fire power will devour, you'll chew on dust
Slow death, no rep, have you gaspin'
You rich just for you, he got a casket
Call us savage bastards all means necessary
It's only customary, you we got to bury
We'll dead your thug network
Head shots make your head
My lock's in the roof, he's an expert

Who got a problem? It's already been
I'll come through your town a pound like a savage
Still throwin' down on the that I'm average
Can I for a gangster? (yeah nigga)
It's always shit but it's always a clip
To re-route your doubts and see you about
Your a snitch and your bossman's a bitch
We takin' over these (is that so)
Doin' underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in abdomen
You fraud, you're like a broad with this faggot shit
And you deserve a hole in the back of your
the doctor can't fix on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers
Spit one in whip and flip your shit over
in mind whatever the nine spit
It's only as good as the nigga behind it we got guns