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

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

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

I be the thuggish ruggish nigga
Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and
don't 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 ain't a name
It's the game and we loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of loose in my brain

Besides that, nothin' changed
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 niggas

Thinkin' I you but we put it down like that
And we got to fuck 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
Like 'Murda, mo murder'
Never forgot where we from
how you move your tongue

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

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

Rawest niggas in the town ready to thug and go
Go pound for pound, nigga 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 fuck is
My nigga I'll take it a player hater by the neck
Choke him out and try to it
your money, drop them keys

It's a jack move bitch and since you haters ain't got no
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 'em all?
To death, death,
Fuck 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 could be the to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got

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

Everybody still playin' that game quiet
Especially when tired
My environment 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 listen to the

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

A nigga not insane, niggas with me
Bone, somehow turn up
Run up and get your
Run blindly, elevate time nowhere to hide

Our dawgs finna off lead sawed-off head
Nigga you drippin' with bloody body 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 fucked up, don't you niggas?
up blastin' gas craters
What the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the
it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane for the untamed

Insane human only the Fifth
you thought motherfucker fame
For the fact the shit is a 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 to slay today?
Will I my guage? Oh God

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

it, collecting more cash
That's true, feeling that
said all my babies get a million
Struggle with a villain, hit 'em with a blow

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

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

stormin' your way you better lay low
So you might just duck I buck guage
Can't you see my niggas a ball all day
we having 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 be the first to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got