Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Guns

(talking)
Yeah man, uh, I'm in the with Big Flake
Uh huh, my nigga, he fin to wreck this bitch
Yo, we shut them down Dopehouse Records
We're family, we ride together we roll
For you that don't understand it, f**k you
KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh

Flake]
Big Flake yeah, you know me
Ride around in my city in a
Like, I hit the block a glock in my priches
F**k the pool shit and I got for you bitches
That's all in my space, trying to a nigga place
But I ain't with the shit, get the f**k out my
F**k a case, the hooter hold me down
I'm 300 pounds, six you know me now
And show me bitch where the at shack
Got a cannon on my waist and I blast back
Get the laugh, cause I ain't stopping till I fold you
I flip young like a ki of soda
the take over, Shut Em Down on the map
And we don't a f**k I drop bombs like a jap
And tracks, and throwed raps, I bust caps
Now what y'all little niggas know about
we click clack, then you hear it go pop
I'm a young g and man I can't stop
I'm non shalant, so I be detected
And you heard the ghetto message, and I wrecked it
It's like I resurrected and came up out the grave
Cause everytime I grab the mic, all niggas in a daze
It's like almighty, when you up in the hood
corner you weak, my g's up to no good
It's understood, my crime stories and sales
My Los said, man dope sales
You gone fell, if you try to this
I'm daytime T.V., young and restless
the guest list, me and D V.I.P.
I'm a ass mex call me frosty
try to cross me, cause I don't like hoe niggas
I bust the door with a 4-4 nigga
Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the out

Hold a grudge with two niggas f**k they damn troops, bitch

(talking)
real my nigga
F**k these hoe ass

(Chorus - 2x)
You your boys, I'll bring my boys
You get your guns, get my guns

[South Mexican]
On the play list, bracelets
Then we make hits, V-12's
Spent a few years in this rap
Slanging cocaine, sacks say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows
Are the motherf**kers that I do shows with
Smoke indo, and with some thick hoes
My enemies roll like some minnows
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine
you got robbed when you had to explain to
I can't do the dope, said it
in the mic, mesmerized be the row
As a of skills, I'm still cracking rims
I got a beer belly like I'm having twins
I'm the youngest, mom say I'm the
The finest bitch in my school was the f**king
Only heaven knows, what I've been
In third grade I got busted with
Now I rest my head in a hotel
With a gun and a and some used balloons
Watching cable half a eight on the
Mix a two liter four O's of maple
I'm wago ami wathro, come the back door
And went for bout 80 pounds of tabacco
I hoes, but now I'm trying to rap though
My nextdoor neighbor played for the
And last night he hit two home
Everywhere I go I got at least four
I got two plants, that grow lamps
I'm at the club just wishing I dance
Man I got cash, I'm a quetho
I like to watch my dog eat up other and let go
I'm murdering, I'll any earthling
on his own blood, gargling and gurgling
Step to me, you better be
I you motherf**kers remember me from Reveille Park

(Chorus - 4x)