Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Guns

(talking)
Yeah man, uh, I'm in the studio Big Flake
Uh huh, that's my nigga, he fin to wreck bitch
Yo, we them down with Dopehouse Records
family, we ride together we roll together
For you hoes that understand it, f**k you
KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh

Flake]
Big Flake bitch yeah, you me
Ride around in my in a leg-O-D
Like, I hit the block with a glock in my
the pool shit and I got something for you bitches
That's all in my space, to take a nigga place
But I ain't the shit, get the f**k out my face
F**k a case, the hooter can't hold me
I'm 300 pounds, six feet you me now
And show me where the dance at shack
Got a on my waist and bitch I blast back
Get the last laugh, cause I ain't stopping till I you
I young boys like a ki of soda
It's the take over, Em Down on the map
And we don't give a I drop bombs like a jap
And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust
Now what little niggas know about that
First we clack, then you hear it go pop
I'm a young little g and man I 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 just came up out the
Cause everytime I grab the mic, all these in a daze
It's like almighty, you creep up in the hood
Every you weak, my g's up to no good
understood, my crime stories and dope sales
My Los said, man dope sales
You gone fell, if you try to test
I'm like daytime T.V., 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 down the door a 4-4 nigga
Do I like dro no nigga, Big on the loose out

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

(talking)
That's real my
F**k these hoe ass

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

[South Park
On the play list, diamond
Then we make hits, V-12's
Spent a few in this rap game
Slanging cocaine, nasty say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows
Are the same motherf**kers that I do shows
Smoke indo, and f**k with some hoes
My roll deep like some minnows
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you came to for fool
When you got when you had to explain to
I do the dope, said it before
in the mic, mesmerized be the row
As a of skills, I'm still cracking rims
I got a beer belly look I'm having twins
I'm the youngest, mom say I'm the
The finest bitch in my school was the f**king
heaven knows, what I've been through
In third grade I got with ?hijitsu?
Now I rest my in a hotel room
With a gun and a bitch and some used
Watching cable half a eight on the
Mix a two with 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 neighbor played for the Astros
And last night he hit two runs
Everywhere I go I got at least guns
I got two plants, that under lamps
I'm at the club just wishing I dance
Man I got cash, still I'm a
I like to my dog eat up other dogs and let go
I'm murdering, I'll any earthling
Choking on his own blood, and gurgling
Step to me, you be hard
I know you motherf**kers remember me from Reveille

(Chorus - 4x)