Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Gunz

Yeah uh,
Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, come on
Living legends, ya me?(yeah uh yo uh)
I got Mac 11s about eight .38 nine nines, Mac 10s
Man shit never end even if the apple won't spin
I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his
yellin' out the window "Joe's at it again"
But this bastard's got lawyers, him outta the pen
I mean feds want to knock me just 'cause I'm
An fuck, wave "Hi" when they watch 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 probably never hit you if you brought your glock
Me and my gat Wilson, we all we got
We walk the blocks 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 large
Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car
Pop in a heart keep the cannon in my reach
Lay you flat on your back 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 loco
buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco
Brownsville deep in my
I show you boy+ for real,
Keep shit is Peaches and Cream
run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down
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)
Crazy ill, man
I it locked
Bringin' the noise, the funk, pop the lock
But only if you feel shit
We got, we got, got (guns)
Crazy ill, man
I it locked
Bringin' the noise, bringin' the

Nowadays my priorities based on fun
I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of guns
Sick society's got protectin' his fam
Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection
Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to
too dumb to play your position so unique
I'll trade 'way your meat faggot the streets
GangStarr, Fam, and TS, we way deep
And even if you had a to move on us
Our fire power will devour, you'll chew on dust
death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin'
You just for you, he got a lavish casket
Call us savage bastards usin' all necessary
It's customary, it's you we got to bury
dead your homo thug network
Head shots make your jerk
My lock's been in the roof, an expert

Who got a problem? It's been established
I'll come through town with a pound like a savage
Still throwin' down on the grounds that I'm
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 bossman's a
We takin' these bricks (is that so)
Doin' underhanded shit, shoot you in your abdomen
You fraud, movin' like a broad with this faggot shit
And you deserve a hole in the of your motherfuckin'
Head the can't fix on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers
Spit one in your whip and flip your over
Keep in mind whatever the nine
It's only as good as the nigga behind it we got guns