Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Guns

Y'know, personally, I'm for the
As as we all see dough...

Yo yo, big play for large sums
Even got their shit tight
If you wit us, your guns up
What the
Firm affilli cock your shit back and

You the knowledge
my brainwaves riots in college
scholar
in world of violence and dollas

Firm god
from the projects, it hard
From medicaid
to platinum
my is that large
to get they dick licked, and back
by chicks, who rock Versace bras
in the drop, watchin' the
Yo, the is ours

accomplished
shittin' on

Benz whip with a 6, on this tons
When I appear run
affilions

exile your team, like
Your style's a dream, we pop and drive Bentleys in
the same you can't get a penny in
All my real shootout niggas me when
Half-A-Mil out with Bohemians
spittin' in
Niggas in
the same position sittin' in
What
We got too much
We even got six I E M plastic currency with chip in em
Images of in

My niggas lay
We used to pump a g, now we 100k packs
aimed at
destroy your whole like k mat
What part of the game's
The curse, my hot is flame rap
got the game trapped
I be the mack
On my bitches' mind till they crack

Yo yo, big boys play for large
Stack up, strategize, watch the come
all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin' right
You sick
If you wit us, throw guns up
the fuck?
Firm afilli, your shit back and bust

From NY to New
we all
scenes
flashbacks of kidnaps cream

Guns
house out in Flushing

killer mental, it's foul

nights
ran through the my whole life
and forth, kikes
focus for who lost sight

Travel wise
beyond light years, way skies
eye
so many make a livin' off

up
Hopin' my new don't stand me up
and have me
this session, I plan to fuck

Hot
A splittin' image of Pop Duke
Rock
play a part of my roots

So what ya yearly?
I this game so sincerely

most rap cats come near me

So it's or
Peter pay Paul, you and
and fours
regulate life rules and laws

Big boys play for sums
up, strategize, watch the cards come
It's all a game, even bitches got shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin' right
You right?
If you wit us, throw your up
the fuck?
Firm afilli, cock your shit back and

official 850 I
burnin' pistol, black PI
VI
Willy hat, half
guy
'95
I, in my eye

Allah
Project raw
Greatest Agbar
a hot car
Bar

Private
live
I grab mics and I it
How I went from the vines of the
To the of the wise and the famous
Niggas wives the guys in Ranges

Take off their wedding
to head to the king
It's a cheddar thing
Amaretta, Armani leather
We into things
wettin' the brains

Jumpin' outta with minks
crime with link
Up in the club drinks
bitches eyin' the
Hustla haters hate us, my guns say fuck what think
Plus I copped a Hummer summer, with a button up mink