Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks

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

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

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 ruggish
Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and
Still don't give a about the law
Still run with a pump in my car and who you are

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

Besides that, nothin' changed
at me now I'm still a thug, nigga I still smoke bud
You know I still represent St. wig split shit, nigga what?
This is Bone 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 back up in the house?
Cleveland Criminals

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pull it up, sit up, get up and up your money
Before it all spent up and you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch with game and bitch said I'm a good bitch
Fuckin' with the grain

Everybody still playin' that hood game
Especially when it's
My environment nothin' but niggas dieing
In chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas

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

Swervin' in my Suburban, lick it up with the
But know I got some problems
Had of the Apollo
The fiends had faith in me, wouldn't run

A nigga not insane, still with me
Bone, they turn up
Run up and get your
Run blindly, elevate through nowhere to hide

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

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

Insane human only the Fifth
Fuck you motherfucker fame
For the fact the shit is a game
Going number one in the Land

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

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

Match it, collecting more
That's true, you're feeling
said all my babies get a million
Struggle with a villain, hit 'em a venomous blow

I on my mighty Archangel
surround my soul but go with the calico yo'
We the tightest you Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues united my family never divided

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

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

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death,
with the niggas 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 feel the
To see how we got, we got