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 seven Mac 11s about eight .38 nines, Mac 10s
Man this shit never end even if the apple 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 want to knock me just 'cause I'm cocky
An arrogant fuck, "Hi" when they watch me
Can't stop me every time

Better find my residuals or this nine gone you
"He was a fine individual" what the scriptured
Had him on the page in his graduation pictures
And they probably never hit you if you brought your
Me and my gat Wilson, we all we got
We walk the scorchin' with the hawk 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 shit won't fit up under your car seat
Pop in a heart keep the cannon 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 Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace
Fit raw this you ain't loco
You're buttocks big boy, your pumps Sunoco
Brownsville deep in my
I show you boy+ for real,
Keep thinkin' shit is and Cream
We'll run you down, hunt ya down
Gun ya down, guns like blow
Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my
O.G. had quick shit we got

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

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

Who got a problem? It's already been
I'll come through your town with a like a savage
Still throwin' down on the grounds I'm average
Can I hear for a (yeah nigga)
It's always 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 takin' over these (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 a hole in the back of your 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 whatever the nine
It's only as as the nigga behind it bitch we got guns