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

Better find my residuals or this nine gone you
"He was a fine individual" what the papers
Had him on the page in his graduation pictures
And they never hit you if you brought your glock
Me and my gat Wilson, we all we got
We walk the blocks with the hawk on top
Even if the old love 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 shit that won't fit up under car seat
Pop in a heart beat keep the in my reach
Lay you on your back like you was tannin on the beach
We keep them thangs full of hollows
And I'm from bitch, bang with the Wallace
Fit raw this you ain't loco
You're buttocks big boy, heart pumps Sunoco
deep in my genes
I you +bad boy+ for real,
Keep thinkin' shit is and Cream
We'll run you down, hunt ya down
Gun ya down, guns sing blow
up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga
O.G. had quick shit we got

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

Nowadays my priorities ain't on fun
I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them
Sick got Guru protectin' his fam
Prudential, I got my own protection plan
Respect me man, I'm on a so to speak
You're too dumb to play your so unique
trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets
GangStarr, Fam, and TS, we way deep
And even if you had a to move on us
Our fire power will devour, bitch chew on dust
Slow death, no rep, hollows have you
You rich for you, he got a lavish casket
Call us savage usin' all means necessary
only customary, it's you we got to bury
We'll dead your homo thug
Head shots make your jerk
My lock's in the roof, he's an expert

Who got a problem? It's already established
come through your town with a pound like a savage
Still throwin' on the grounds that I'm average
Can I hear for a (yeah nigga)
It's always shit but it's always a clip
To your doubts and see what you about
Your a snitch and your bossman's 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 this faggot shit
And you deserve a hole in the back of motherfuckin'
Head the doctor fix on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers
one in your whip and flip your shit over
Keep in mind the nine spit
It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch we got