Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Guns

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

Flake]
Big Flake yeah, you know me
around in my city in a leg-O-D
Like, I hit the block a glock in my priches
F**k the pool and I got something for you bitches
That's all in my space, trying to take a nigga
But I ain't with the shit, get the out my face
F**k a case, the hooter can't hold me
I'm 300 pounds, six you know me now
And me bitch where the dance at shack
Got a cannon on my and bitch I blast back
Get the laugh, cause I ain't stopping till I fold you
I flip young like a ki of soda
It's the over, Shut Em Down on the map
And we don't give a f**k I bombs like a jap
And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust
Now what y'all niggas know about that
First we click clack, you hear it go pop
I'm a young little g and man I can't
I'm non shalant, so I can't be
And you heard the ghetto message, and bitch I it
like I resurrected and just came up out the grave
Cause everytime I grab the mic, all niggas in a daze
like almighty, when you creep up in the hood
Every you weak, my g's up to no good
It's understood, my stories and dope sales
My nigga Los said, man dope
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
Don't try to cross me, cause I like hoe niggas
I down the door with a 4-4 nigga
Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the out

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

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

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

[South Mexican]
On the play list, bracelets
Then we make hits, makeshift
Spent a few in this rap game
Slanging cocaine, nasty say
Niggas I was kilos, and elbows with
Are the same motherf**kers I do shows with
Smoke indo, and f**k with thick hoes
My enemies roll deep like minnows
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you to for caine fool
When you got when you had to explain to
I can't do the dope, it before
Devil in the mic, be the row
As a plan of skills, I'm cracking rims
I got a beer belly look like I'm having
I'm the youngest, mom say I'm the
The finest in my school was the f**king nurse
Only knows, what I've been 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
cable half a eight on the table
Mix a two liter with O's of maple
I'm wago ami wathro, come through the back
And for bout 80 pounds of wacky 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, grow under lamps
I'm at the club just wishing I dance
Man I got cash, I'm a quetho
I like to my dog eat up other dogs and let go
I'm murdering, I'll destroy any
on his own blood, gargling and gurgling
Step to me, you be hard
I you motherf**kers remember me from Reveille Park

(Chorus - 4x)