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

Better find my or this nine gone lift you
"He was a fine individual" what the scriptured
Had him on the front in his graduation pictures
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
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, large heat
Humongous that won't fit up under your car seat
Pop in a beat keep the cannon in my reach
Lay you flat on your back like you was on the beach
We keep them thangs full of hollows
And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the
Fit raw this nigga you ain't
You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps
deep in my genes
I you +bad boy+ for real,
Keep thinkin' shit is Peaches and
We'll run you down, hunt ya down
Gun ya down, sing 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 gots it
the noise, bringin' the funk, pop the lock
But only if you this shit
We got, we got, got (guns)
ill, man rowdy
I it locked
the noise, bringin' the funk

Nowadays my priorities based on fun
I'm tryna cop some more property and in 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
too dumb to play your position so unique
I'll trade 'way 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, bitch you'll chew on
Slow death, no rep, hollows have you
You rich just for you, he got a lavish
Call us savage bastards all means necessary
It's only customary, it's you we got to
We'll dead your thug network
Head shots your head jerk
My been in the roof, he's an expert

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