Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Gunz

Yeah uh,
Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha on
Living legends, ya me?(yeah uh yo uh)
I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38 nines, Mac 10s
Man shit never end even if the apple won't spin
I reach in my back pocket and 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 me just 'cause I'm cocky
An arrogant fuck, wave "Hi" they watch me
Can't stop me every time

Better find my residuals or this nine gone you
"He was a fine individual" what the papers
Had him on the front page in his pictures
And they probably never hit you if you your glock
Me and my gat Wilson, we all we got
We the scorchin' blocks 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 nigga we got
Big ones, extra large
Humongous shit won't fit up under your car seat
Pop in a beat keep the cannon in my reach
Lay you flat on back like you was tannin on the beach
We them damn thangs full of hollows
And I'm from Christopher bitch, with the Wallace
Fit raw this you ain't loco
You're buttocks big boy, your heart Sunoco
Brownsville in my genes
I show you +bad for real,
Keep thinkin' shit is Peaches and
We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya
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 gots it
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
the noise, bringin' the funk

Nowadays my ain't 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 protection
me man, I'm on a mission so to speak
You're too dumb to play position so unique
I'll 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets
GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way
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 rich for you, he got a lavish casket
Call us bastards usin' all means necessary
only customary, it's you we got to bury
We'll dead homo thug network
Head make your head jerk
My lock's in the roof, he's an expert

Who got a problem? It's already been
I'll come through town with a pound like a savage
Still throwin' down on the that I'm average
Can I for a gangster? (yeah nigga)
It's always some shit but it's a clip
To re-route your doubts and see what you
homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch
We takin' over these (is that so)
Doin' underhanded shit, I'll you in your abdomen
You fraud, you're movin' like a 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 like soldiers
Spit one in your whip and flip your shit
in mind whatever the nine spit
It's only as good as the nigga it bitch we got guns