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 this bitch
Yo, we shut them down with Dopehouse
We're family, we together we roll together
For you hoes that don't it, f**k you
KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh

[Big
Big bitch yeah, you know me
Ride around in my city in a
Like, I hit the block with a in my priches
F**k the shit and I got something for you bitches
all in my space, trying to take a nigga place
But I ain't with the shit, get the f**k out my
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 cannon on my waist and bitch I blast
Get the last laugh, cause I stopping till I fold you
I young boys like a ki of soda
It's the take over, Shut Em on the map
And we give a f**k I drop bombs like a jap
And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust
Now what little niggas know about that
First we click clack, then you it go pop
I'm a young g and man I can't stop
I'm non shalant, so I be detected
And you the ghetto message, and bitch I wrecked it
It's like I resurrected and just came up out the
everytime I grab the mic, all these niggas 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 this
I'm daytime T.V., young and restless
Check the list, me and D V.I.P.
I'm a cold ass mex call me
Don't try to cross me, cause I like hoe niggas
I bust down the with a 4-4 nigga
Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the out

Hold a grudge with two face niggas they damn troops, bitch

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

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

[South Mexican]
On the list, diamond bracelets
Then we hits, V-12's makeshift
Spent a few in this rap game
cocaine, nasty sacks say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and with
Are the motherf**kers that I do shows with
Smoke indo, and f**k with some hoes
My enemies roll deep like minnows
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you to for caine fool
you got robbed when you had to explain to
I can't do the dope, said it
Devil in the mic, be the row
As a plan of skills, I'm cracking rims
I got a belly look like I'm having twins
I'm the youngest, mom say I'm the
The finest bitch in my was the f**king nurse
Only heaven knows, what I've through
In grade I got busted with ?hijitsu?
Now I rest my in a hotel room
With a gun and a bitch and some balloons
Watching cable a eight on the table
Mix a two liter with O's of maple
I'm ami wathro, come through the back door
And went for 80 pounds of wacky tabacco
I jack hoes, but now I'm trying to rap
My nextdoor neighbor for the Astros
And last night he hit two runs
I go I got at least four guns
I got two plants, that under lamps
I'm at the club just I could dance
Man I got cash, I'm a quetho
I like to watch my dog eat up dogs and let go
I'm murdering, I'll destroy any
on his own blood, gargling and gurgling
Step to me, you better be
I you motherf**kers remember me from Reveille Park

(Chorus - 4x)