Luyện nghe bài hát Take It To The Guns

Breath heavy got haze in my lungs,
i nothin but a raisen in the sun,
ma dont be playin whare im from,
think its a game when can it to the guns
Cops comin im blazin that them,
they wanna put me in the here they come,
fuckers dont be playin Wea im from,
think its a game we can take it to the

Born in the gutter, in the slums
i dont talkin we can take it to the guns,
got a problem with somethin im to you son,
take it how you want it, we can take it to the

in the gutter, raised in the slums
i dont like we can take it to the guns,
yea you me and now you playin with my guns,
im a take you to blood, we can it to the guns

1]
I dunno what doin over there,
but go off over here,
i dont no if they fair ones or shake hands over there,
but go off over here,
i dunno if they from outta town or if lost over there,
but homie this New York over here, get over here,
no workers the boss over here, we go get guns, we walk wit em, yea,
i dont no they say in them courts over there,
but aint no body soft over here, get offed here,
dont no body over here,
we take ourtime and go up over here,
always say chill let it slide,
niggas violate you when say let it ride,
ride or die niggas hide,
and the ones who say let it ride, they never ride,
so quick to on who ever died,
on your man and you no you just lied,
but you shouldn't a mans pride,
take kindness for weakness,
thats why im kind,
always seen comin i was never blind,
to me its 13 im ahead of time,
i no you through my man so you aint no of mine,
hit you 7 times wit the 9,
o yourself i make you say it 7 times,
14 a hundred mac multiplies,
spoke with sign language, said slice pack,
i with body language and gave him his knife back,
so dont ever ask why im it like that,
because i took it how you put it, now it right back,

Born in the gutter, raised in the
i dont like talkin we can it to the guns,
got a with somethin im sayin to you son,
it how you want it, we can take it to the guns

Born in the gutter, raised in the
i dont like we can take it to the guns,
yea you beside me and now you playin my guns,
im a take you to blood, we can take it to the

2]
I smoke a large for cheaper,
my gun game like a cough and fever,
niggas birds like a hawk and geizer,
but they run on you like a and a cheetah,
we real niggas so when we walk they great us,
pull and talk to us egor,
why your man keep off when he see us,
he one of them hot niggas, He'll cool off in the freezer,
my word i chase his boss out his sneakers,
the nigga ran so fast he his adidas,
as a student had the force of a leader,
talked to teachers thoughts of a thinker,
me and him strong side by side, dont try to in between us,
even stand us or lay underneath us,
jackson like michael, flip keys alicia,
pull mats like to get friends like aretha,
pigs playin for keps, them hogs wanna us,
because we walk the walk and with the nina,
im tossin the heata, i tryin to get cought without it,
but i aint to get cought with it neither,

Born in the gutter, raised in the
i dont talkin we can take it to the guns,
got a problem somethin im sayin to you son,
take it how you want it, we can take it to the

Born in the gutter, in the slums
i dont like we can take it to the guns,
yea you me and now you playin with my guns,
im a you to blood, we can take it to the guns

3]
You dont really wanna it there, us real dudes smell fear,
all the crack heads say they love you you let em get by,
all they really love is crack, just wanna get high,
in my hood they dont about a couple of chumps,
the gun boys come, all they want is them guns,
but when the narcs you up, it shatter dreams,
because bag you and bag a fein,
the threw the book at my man, we had a team,
judges throwin books, thats why i throw magazines,
yall got a lotta and a lil nina, ya grills gotta get a lil meana,
if i wanna say xxxx you, i aint give you the middle finger,
real niggas say xxxx you the triger finger,
run on your block and hit you a bolita,
i toke and poke feevers, and park rims for you,
and plot smart schames for you,
after they bang with you they the man on you,
he snitchin on his own colors, man for you,
the white man cought you becuse the man saw you,
heard when they hoped outta dark van on you,
your whole fear bounced, your ark ran on you,
what you expect niggas to spark for you,
that gun aint jammed on you, hearts jammed on you,
spoke with sign language, said slice pack,
i with body language and gave him his knife back,
dont ever ask why im takin it that,
i took it how you put it, now it right back,

I lost a lotta homies to the gun,
killas will chase you to ya if you run,
20 ta life they aint wit you son,
so think befor you it to the gun