Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks

Give it to 'em, your gun
Give it to 'em, your gun

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death,
with the niggas with the guns
And you get shot, get shot

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death
You could be the first to the heat
To see how we got, we got

I still be the thuggish nigga
Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and
don't give a fuck about the law
Still run a pump in my car and fuck who you are

You're fucking a couple of niggas that's really insane
I'm talking loco, as hell, it ain't just a name
It's the game and we done up a couple strings
And shook a of screws loose in my brain

Besides that, ain't changed
at me now I'm still a thug, nigga I still smoke bud
You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, what?
is Bone Thugs niggas

Thinkin' I told you but we put it down that
And whoever we got to fuck up to that we do it
And keep on movin, guess who's up in the house?
Original Cleveland

just send em subliminal messages
Like 'Murda, mo murder'
Never forgot where we from
Watch how you move tongue

'Cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in ass
And smash and crash, protect my for combat
Leathaface at ya and on your ass like I was a seeker
Quickly the reaper peep you, sweep you off feet in Cleveland

I be the smoothest little nigga you can me
But nigga you fuck me then I'm a fuck with you
Introduce you to heat, I sweep the street
When I draw down, let me you say, "Fuck the law now"

Rawest in the town ready to thug and go down
Go pound for pound, nigga the motto
Let me see you throw them things and if it's
Nigga keep it real show me game

I'm sure gonna claim what the is mine
My nigga I'll take it grab a player by the neck
Choke him out and try to it
Gimme your money, them keys

a jack move bitch and since you haters ain't got no business
That's how we attack shit
Nigga we'll smack your in the middle of the Grammy
And the media might ban me, nigga this Mo Thug is for real

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death,
Fuck with the with the guns
And you might get shot, get

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you 'em all?
To death, death
You could be the first to the heat
To see how we got, we got

it up, sit up, get up and count up your money
Before it all gets up and you wanna get rid of
A hood with game and every bitch said I'm a good bitch
Fuckin' with the wood

Everybody still playin' that hood quiet
Especially it's tired
My environment ain't but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed in Jasper Texas

Split up niggas off in different sections
Don't hate my message, led to mimic
for my daughter wad up a niggas Sherm
And come to the sermon

Swervin' in my Suburban, lick it up the bottle
But everybody know I got problems
Had of the Apollo
The fiends had faith in me, suckas run

A not insane, niggas still with me
Bone, somehow turn up
Run up and get your
Run blindly, through time nowhere to hide

Our dawgs finna haul off lead sawed-off
Nigga you drippin' with bloody body be beggin' me
You know what you should've capped like 2 Pac a glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug sucker

You know you done up, don't you niggas?
up blastin' gas craters
What the fuck you thought you saw with your in the sky?
Could it be a or maybe it's even a plane for the untamed

Insane only the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you thought motherfucker
For the the shit is a phat game
Going remain one in the Land

Flesh, strangle the gang, bang, bang
I dropped five in the name of the Lord I say
Now how many times I have to slay today?
Will I my guage? Oh God

How will I teach ya, but it's these tactics that he daily
gonna let you don't have it?
Have it, runnin up you of bastards
Blast it, we sons of

it, collecting more cash
That's true, feeling that
Niggas said all my get a million
Struggle with a villain, hit 'em with a blow

I call on my mighty
Gonna my soul but go with the calico yo'
We the you know Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues humbly united my family divided

Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Sign
For the FBI you wanna test my enterprise?
Bitch you better go think twice and open up your motherfucking
These niggas can't fuck the fifth dawg finna parlay

Everyday your way you better lay low
So you just duck when I buck guage
Can't you see my niggas a ball all day
Since we a ball all day, motherfuckers player hate

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death,
Fuck with the niggas with the
And you get shot, get shot

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death
You could be the first to feel the
To see how we got, we got