Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks [U-Neek's Remix]

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

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 be the first to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got

I still be the ruggish 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 of niggas 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 couple of screws in my brain

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

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

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

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

I be the smoothest nigga you can meet me
But nigga you fuck with me I'm a fuck with you
Introduce you to this heat, I sweep the
When I down, let me hear 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 and if it's real
Nigga keep it real show me game

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

It's a jack move bitch and you haters ain't got no business
That's how we attack shit
Nigga we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the
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,
with the niggas with the guns
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 spent up and you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch game and every bitch said I'm a good bitch
Fuckin' the wood grain

Everybody still that hood game quiet
when it's tired
My ain't nothin' but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed injections in Jasper

Split up these niggas off in different
hate my message, destiny led to mimic
Chastity for my daughter wad up a Sherm
And come to the sermon

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

A nigga not insane, niggas with me
Bone, they turn up
Run up and get sign
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 you should've capped like 2 Pac with a glock
They're deadly, better not my thug mentality sucker

You know you fucked up, don't you niggas?
Runnin' up gas craters
What the fuck you thought you saw your head in the sky?
Could it be a bird or it's even a plane for the untamed

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

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

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

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

I on my mighty Archangel
Gonna surround my soul but go 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 wanna come my enterprise?
Bitch you go think twice and open up your motherfucking eyes
These niggas can't fuck with the fifth finna parlay

Everyday your way you better lay low
So you might just duck when I guage
you see my niggas having a ball all day
Since we having a ball all day, motherfuckers player

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you 'em all?
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 to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got