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 Mac 11s about eight .38 nine nines, Mac 10s
Man this shit never end even if the apple spin
I reach in my back pocket and you and his twin
Niggaz yellin' out the "Joe's at it again"
But bastard's 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 stop me every official

Better find my residuals or this nine lift you
"He was a fine individual" what the scriptured
Had him on the front page in his graduation
And they probably hit you if you brought your glock
Me and my gat Wilson, we all we got
We the scorchin' blocks with the hawk on top
if the old ladies love 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
shit that won't fit up under your car seat
Pop in a heart keep the cannon in my reach
Lay you flat on back like you was tannin on the beach
We keep them damn thangs of hollows
And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang the Wallace
Fit raw this nigga you ain't
You're buttocks big boy, heart pumps Sunoco
deep in my genes
I you +bad boy+ for real,
thinkin' shit is Peaches and Cream
We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya
Gun ya down, sing 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, the funk, pop the lock
But only if you feel this
We got, we got, got (guns)
ill, man rowdy
I it locked
the noise, bringin' the funk

Nowadays my priorities based on fun
I'm tryna cop more 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 to play your position so unique
I'll trade 'way your faggot vacate the streets
GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way
And even if you had a thought to 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 casket
Call us bastards usin' all means necessary
It's only customary, you we got to bury
We'll dead your thug network
shots make your head jerk
My lock's in the roof, he's an expert

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