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

Better my residuals or this 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 blocks with 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 nigga we got
Big ones, large heat
Humongous shit won't fit up under your car seat
Pop in a heart keep the cannon in my reach
Lay you on your back like you was tannin on the beach
We keep them damn thangs full of
And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the
Fit raw this nigga you ain't
You're buttocks big boy, your pumps Sunoco
Brownsville deep in my
I show you +bad for real,
thinkin' shit is Peaches and Cream
We'll run you down, MO-Ps ya down
Gun ya down, guns like blow
Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my
O.G. had quick shit we got

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)
Crazy ill, man
I it locked
Bringin' the noise, the funk

my priorities ain't 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 plan
Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to
You're too dumb to your position so unique
trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets
GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way
And even if you had a thought to on us
Our power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust
Slow death, no rep, hollows have you
You rich just for you, he got a casket
Call us savage bastards all means necessary
It's only customary, you we got to bury
dead your homo thug network
Head make your head jerk
My lock's been in the roof, an expert

Who got a It's already been established
I'll come through town with a pound like a savage
throwin' down on the grounds that I'm average
Can I for a gangster? (yeah nigga)
always some shit but it's always a clip
To re-route your doubts and see you about
Your homeboy's a and your bossman's a bitch
We takin' over 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 hole in the of your motherfuckin'
Head the doctor can't fix on the concrete, we palm heat soldiers
Spit one in whip and flip your shit over
Keep in mind the nine spit
It's as good as the nigga behind it bitch we got guns