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 seven Mac 11s eight .38 nine nines, Mac 10s
Man this shit never end even if the won't spin
I reach in my back and blast you and his twin
Niggaz yellin' out the "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 fuck, wave "Hi" when they watch me
Can't stop me time official

find my residuals or this nine gone lift you
"He was a fine individual" what the scriptured
Had him on the front page in his 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 ladies love to call the cops I got

You got, he got, got
M dot, O dot, P my we got guns
Big ones, extra heat
Humongous shit that won't fit up under car seat
Pop in a heart keep the cannon in my reach
Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the
We them damn thangs full of hollows
And I'm from Christopher bitch, with the Wallace
Fit raw nigga you ain't loco
You're buttocks big boy, your pumps Sunoco
Brownsville deep in my
I you +bad boy+ for real,
Keep thinkin' is Peaches and Cream
We'll run you down, MO-Ps ya down
Gun ya down, guns sing 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 gots it
Bringin' the noise, bringin' the funk, pop the
But only if you this shit
We got, we got, got (guns)
ill, man rowdy
I gots it
the noise, bringin' the funk

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

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