Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Guns - Half-A-Mill

Y'know, personally, I'm for the paper, as as we all see doe
Yo yo, big boys play for sums, yeah
Even bitches got their shit
Aight, if you're with us, throw your up, what the fuck?
Form a philly, cock shit back and bust

You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause in college
Science scholar in this world of violence and
Firm rappin' god the projects, it ain't hard
From medicate cars to cars, my click is that large
To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich
Who rock bras in the drop, watchin' the stars

Yo, the conquest is ours, accomplished, shittin' on Congress
Benz with the 6, on this 8 trillion tonnes
When I appear run from affilions
Willions [Incomprehensible], Indians
Your a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in
The same you can't get a penny in

All my shootout niggas hear me when
Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, spittin' in
Niggas in the same position they sittin' in
sentencin'? We got too much Benjamins
We even got six I E M plastic currency
[Incomprehensible] Images of Quentin in

My niggas lay
We use to a G, now we pump 100-K packs
Guns aimed at, your whole world like K-mat
What part of the that? The curse, my hot verse is flame rap
got the game trapped, I be the king mack
All my bitches mine 'til they bring

Yo yo, big boys play for sums
up, strategize, watch the cons come
It's all a game, even bitches got their tight
On the scene 18, suckin' dick and sip right
If you're us, throw your guns up
What the fuck? Form a philly, cock shit back and bust

What? From NY to New Orleans, we all
Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought
Guns bussin', stash out in Flushing
Corruption, mental is foul adjustin'

Cold nights, handled the streets my whole
Back up off kikes, focus for who lost sight
Travel thought wise, beyond years, way across skies
Short i's, so makin' livin' off lies

Anti up, hopin' my new shorty stand me up
It had me stuck, after session, I plan to fuck
Hot pursuit, a real splittin' of Pop Duke
Block lasoo's, player part of my roots

So what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his so sincerely
Really, most rap cats come near me
So it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and
Fools are frost, life through rules and laws

Big boys play for large
Stack up, strategize, watch the cons
all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
On the scene 18, suckin' dick and sip right
If you're us, throw your guns up, what the fuck?
a philly, cock your shit back and bust

Firm official, 8-50 I, burnin' pistol, Black P-I
V-I, willie hat, Half beehive, wise guy
'95 I, look in my eye, praisin' Allah, project rod
star Agbar, pushin' a hot car
Shark Bar, private engagement, live

I grab and I explain it
How I went the brawns to the brainless
To the of the wise and the famous
Nigga's wives admire the arrangers
Kick off their rings to give head to the king
It's just a thing, amaretta, Armani leather thing

We into better like wettin' the brains
Jumpin' outta stretches and minks, crime connected link
Up in the buyin' drinks, bitches eyein' the spinks
Hustler haters hate us, my guns say, "Fuck what think"
Once I a Hummer this summer with a buttoned-up mink

Big play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, the cons come
all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
On the scene 18, suckin' dick and sip right
If you're with us, throw your guns up, the fuck?
Form a philly, cock your back and bust

Bitches got shit tight
If with us throw your guns up
What the fuck? Form a philly, cock your back and bust