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

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

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

Besides that, nothin' changed
Look at me now I'm a thug, nigga I still smoke bud
You know I still represent St. Clair wig shit, nigga what?
This is Thugs niggas

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

Niggas send em subliminal messages
Like 'Murda, mo murder'
forgot where we come from
Watch how you move tongue

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 your ass I was a heat seeker
Quickly the peep you, sweep you off your feet in Cleveland

I be the smoothest little nigga you can me
But nigga you with me then I'm a fuck with you
you to this 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 for pound, nigga that's the motto
Let me see you throw them things and if it's
Nigga it real show me your game

I'm sure gonna claim what the is mine
My nigga I'll take it grab a player hater by the
him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop 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 '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 first to feel the
To see how we got, we got

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

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 these niggas off in different
Don't hate my message, destiny led to
Chastity for my daughter wad up a Sherm
And come to the sermon

Swervin' in my Suburban, it up with 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, they turn up
Run up and get your
Run blindly, elevate through time to hide

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

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

human only the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you thought motherfucker
For the fact the shit is a phat
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 will I to slay today?
I raise my guage? Oh God

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

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

I call on my mighty
Gonna surround my but go with the calico yo'
We the tightest you know Mo, the
Yes trues united my family never divided

Desperado, Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Seventh Sign
For the FBI you wanna test my enterprise?
Bitch you go think twice and open up your motherfucking eyes
niggas can't fuck with the fifth dawg finna 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 a ball all day, motherfuckers player hate

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you 'em all?
To death, death,
Fuck with the niggas 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