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 eight .38 nine nines, Mac 10s
Man this shit never end even if the apple won't
I in my back pocket and blast you and his twin
Niggaz out the window "Joe's at it again"
But this bastard's got lawyers, him outta the pen
I mean feds want to me just 'cause I'm cocky
An arrogant fuck, wave "Hi" when they me
stop me every time official

Better find my residuals or this gone lift you
"He was a fine individual" what the scriptured
Had him on the front page in his graduation
And they probably never hit you if you brought 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 I got guns

You got, he got, got
M dot, O dot, P my we got guns
Big ones, extra large
shit that won't fit up under your car seat
Pop in a heart beat keep the in my reach
Lay you flat on back like you was tannin on the beach
We keep them thangs full of hollows
And I'm from Christopher bitch, with the Wallace
Fit raw this you ain't loco
buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco
Brownsville in my genes
I show you boy+ for real,
Keep thinkin' shit is and Cream
We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya
Gun ya down, sing like blow
Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my
O.G. had quick 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 this
We got, we got, got (guns)
ill, man rowdy
I it locked
Bringin' the noise, the funk

my priorities ain't based on fun
I'm tryna cop some property and in case 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 trade your 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 chew on dust
death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin'
You rich just for you, he got a lavish
Call us savage bastards all means necessary
only customary, it's you we got to bury
We'll dead your thug network
Head shots your head jerk
My lock's in the roof, he's an expert

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