Luyện nghe bài hát Get My Gun

I'm to get get my gun

This motherfucker to disrespect me?
Em, Em, the fuck you doing man?
I got for his ass, calm down, no you calm down
Man, what's you're problem? that

The wants to pop shit to me? Man
He wasn't poppin' shit, you him he was poppin' them shit
What shit? That shit, you him
He asked for autograph

A mass murderer, pack to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting bricks
I mix anything together, I done guillotine a
Keep it heated, I pop with 17 or better

I'll be heads, I'm in everyones nightmare
A nigger can never ever be scared of the FED's
And the niggers fuck with you, stab and brass knuckle you
Then you in the public, there's nothing that you can do

Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're
Get balls blew off, from a sawed-off, fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all y'all , what you like the navy I'm angry
You'll catch me hangin' in a NOC's car

All I have is thought of, evil
Desert Eagle's will eat through
I see you I'ma heat you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the and

(I'm to get get my gun)
This motherfucker's poppin' shit
Nah that I'll be right back
(I'm to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, you
You ain't disrespectin' me that

(I'm to get get my gun)
Walk to the room, sixteen shot
Bitch how you like
(I'm to get get my gun)
Bet you know that I'm strapped
one, bitch this is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

I bring it to niggers as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around a stunt double
about the fightin', scrappin', squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the you jumpin', dodgin', duckin'

Squatin' under trucks and screamin' "That niggers "
I cuff my while cussin' "Don't trust him"
I'm up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My nigger Big I Jamal lettin' the heat

Heat sleep got it in, you're neepo
'Cause you keep shooting at me and missing like free-throws
You gotta hit a closer if you wanna try
whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders

You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some boulders
A older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feelin' frogish, you bitch
My car is across the street bitch and
(I'm to get get my gun)

My whole outfit count clips, get house lit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountless slugs I'ma
Watch you holla when them hollow tips dug threw you're

I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz see him
When I cock back, right to put your blood on friends
Make a run, got a hint, bust a on his chin
Ain't going no like the drugs outta Kim

I'm a psycho icon, the mightful might
Get a eye full of lead when I slight you're out
With a cleaner, wipe you're life out
flow at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout

Fuck the clout, guns, clips
(I'm to get my )
Fuck that, run
Hit the talks, chumps don't know me
Ain't no profit to be crowd homie

motherfuckers, always gotta come to me
With some shit
I done told this motherfucker
Wassup bitch? this, oh shit
(I'm to get my gun)

I'm trying to pull the but it's stuck, fuck
My is all jammed up, up
you cock sucking, good for nothing
Mother-fucking of shit, shoot, ah

Yeah, wattup Say that shit again
Shot the bullet missed, hit a
Bounced of it ricocheted in his shin
Went through his on the way back hit his friend

Payback homie, play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to this shit alone or
(I'm to get my gun)
And it's a shame I'm to drunk to aim
Denaun in the way and I shot him in his leg

It's like bang, bang, bang pop, pop, pop
Everybody bustin' rounds they ra, ra, ra
But when you see me in the street, I be like Wassup
They bodyguard be steppin' in trying to calm down
(Chill out man, out)

Fuck that I got a bone to pick, you it
Then we said wrestle like some grown man shit
Then we, then we talk about our problems, couldn't we?
Just shoot a fair one and handled situation seriously

I guess not, you wanna to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my
Step us and get shot but get separated with the squeeze
You ain't ready for war, ain't nothing to play with

This motherfucker's that shit
Nah fuck that be right back
(I'm to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, you
You ain't disrespectin' me that

(I'm to get get my gun)
Walk to the room, sixteen clip
Bitch how you like
(I'm to get get my gun)
Bet you know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti
It's been one and bitch my photo's ain't ready
Picture's of my dog and my family
It's two hours and my fuckin' days ruined

Hey, Kate, do you wanna get
Have my on fucking Phillips 38
That's why I be fucking battle rapping
'Cause every time I lose, this is the fuck happens

Back to these pictures I was trying to get
This man tried to get in front of me, I let him
I'm ready to blow this bitches out
I'm nervous, I farted, some came out

Times up, shot her a gun
Got on my cell phone and Rev. Run
And all crazy shit I, regret it
All 'cause I wanted to see Elton John