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 eight .38 nine nines, Mac 10s
Man shit never end even if the apple won't spin
I reach in my pocket and blast you and his twin
Niggaz out the window "Joe's at it again"
But bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen
I mean feds to knock me just 'cause I'm cocky
An arrogant fuck, "Hi" when they watch me
Can't me every time official

Better find my residuals or this nine lift you
"He was a fine individual" the papers scriptured
Had him on the front in his graduation pictures
And probably never hit you if you brought your glock
Me and my gat Wilson, we all we got
We walk the scorchin' 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 nigga we got
Big ones, extra large
Humongous shit that won't fit up under car seat
Pop in a beat keep the cannon in my reach
Lay you flat on your like you was tannin on the beach
We keep damn 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
deep in my genes
I show you +bad for real,
thinkin' shit is Peaches and Cream
We'll run you down, hunt ya down
Gun ya down, sing like blow
Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my
O.G. had shit we got guns

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

Nowadays my ain't based on fun
I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of guns
society's got Guru 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 play your 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 devour, bitch you'll chew on dust
Slow death, no rep, hollows have you
You rich just for you, he got a lavish
Call us savage bastards usin' all necessary
It's only customary, it's you we got to
We'll dead your homo thug
Head shots make your head
My lock's been in the roof, an expert

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