Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Gunz

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

Better find my residuals or nine gone lift you
"He was a fine individual" what the papers
Had him on the page 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 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 heat
Humongous shit won't fit up under your car seat
Pop in a heart beat the cannon in my reach
Lay you flat on your like you was tannin on the beach
We keep them damn thangs full of
And I'm from Christopher bitch, with the Wallace
Fit raw this nigga you ain't
You're big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco
Brownsville in my genes
I show you +bad for real,
Keep thinkin' is Peaches and Cream
run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down
Gun ya down, guns like blow
Raise up cock pot my 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 only if you this shit
We got, we got, got (guns)
Crazy ill, man
I gots it
the noise, bringin' the funk

Nowadays my priorities based on fun
I'm tryna cop some more property and in of them guns
Sick got Guru protectin' his fam
Fuck Prudential, I got my own plan
me man, I'm on a mission so to speak
You're too dumb to play your so unique
I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the
GangStarr, Fam, and TS, we way deep
And if you had a thought to move on us
Our power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust
Slow death, no rep, hollows you gaspin'
You just for you, he got a lavish casket
Call us savage usin' all means necessary
It's only customary, it's you we got to
dead your homo thug network
Head shots make your jerk
My lock's been in the roof, an expert

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