Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks

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

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you 'em all?
To death, death,
Fuck with the niggas with the
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 ruggish
Dressed in all khakis, fatigues, and boots
don't give a fuck about the law
Still run with a in my car and fuck who you are

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

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

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

Niggas send em subliminal messages
'Murda, mo murder murder'
Never forgot where we come
how you move your 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 ass like I was a heat seeker
Quickly the reaper peep you, sweep you off your in Cleveland

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

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

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

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

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 '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 game and bitch said I'm a good bitch
Fuckin' the wood grain

Everybody playin' that hood game quiet
when it's tired
My environment ain't nothin' but niggas
In them chemical fed injections in Texas

Split up these niggas off in sections
Don't hate my message, destiny led to
Chastity for my daughter wad up a niggas
And listen to the sermon

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

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

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

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

Insane human only the Dawg
Fuck you motherfucker fame
For the fact the shit is a game
remain 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 slay
Will I my guage? Oh God

How will I teach ya, but it's these that he daily practice
They gonna let you have it?
Have it, up you sons of bastards
Blast it, we of assassins

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

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

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

stormin' your way you better lay low
So you might just duck when I guage
Can't you see my having 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 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