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,
Fuck with the niggas 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

I still be the thuggish nigga
in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
Still give a fuck about the law
Still run a pump in my car and fuck who you are

You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's insane
I'm talking loco, crazy as hell, it just a name
the game and we done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of loose in my brain

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 'em all?
To death, death
You be the first to feel 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 bitch with and every bitch said I'm a good bitch
Fuckin' with the wood

Everybody still playin' hood game quiet
Especially when it's
My ain't nothin' but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed in Jasper Texas

Split up niggas off in different sections
Don't my message, destiny led to mimic
Chastity for my wad up a niggas Sherm
And come listen to the

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

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

Our dawgs finna haul off lead sawed-off
Nigga you drippin' soakin' with bloody be beggin' me
You know what you should've like 2 Pac with 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 head in the sky?
Could it be a bird or maybe even a plane for the untamed

Insane human the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you motherfucker fame
For the fact the is a phat game
Going remain number one in the

Flesh, strangle the gang, bang, bang
I dropped five guards in the of the Lord I say
Now how many times will I have to slay
Will I raise my Oh God

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

Match it, collecting cash
That's true, you're that
Niggas all my babies get a million
Struggle with a villain, hit 'em a venomous blow

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

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

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

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 kill 'em
To death, death
You could be the first to feel the
To see how we got, we got