Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Gunz

Yeah uh,
Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, come on
legends, ya heard me?(yeah uh yo uh)
I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38 nines, Mac 10s
Man this shit end even if the apple won't 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 just 'cause I'm
An fuck, wave "Hi" when they watch me
Can't stop me every time

find my residuals or this nine gone lift you
"He was a fine individual" what the papers
Had him on the front page in his graduation
And they probably never hit you if you your glock
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 that fit up under your car seat
Pop in a heart beat keep the in my reach
Lay you flat on your back like you was on the beach
We keep them damn thangs of hollows
And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the
Fit raw nigga you ain't loco
You're big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco
Brownsville deep in my
I show you +bad for real,
Keep shit is Peaches and Cream
run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down
Gun ya down, guns sing blow
Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my
O.G. had shit we got guns

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

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

Who got a It's already been established
I'll come through your town with a pound a savage
Still throwin' down on the grounds that I'm
Can I hear for a (yeah nigga)
It's always some but it's always a clip
To re-route your doubts and see you about
Your a snitch and your bossman's a bitch
We takin' these bricks (is that so)
Doin' underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your
You fraud, you're movin' a broad with this faggot 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 your shit over
Keep in mind whatever the nine
only as good as the nigga behind it bitch we got guns