Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

[Chorus: P.
them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns goes off, bitches hit the
When them guns goes off, and sirens roar
Better get money, and be out the door

[W.C.]
Racket, racket, comin' out of the end
Dead at you, he the hot lead at you
affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my killer
It's "Me the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready to Die" for you got
Got a crew with killas behind me, I'm
I'm one of the big body, blowin' where you can find me
For figures, we bust triggers, who could fuck us?
Dub, E-40, Bearer, plus RZA
Stick you with the Blade, we to get paid
And for the moolah, we like French braids
And I can't fight the feeling one way
When it comes down to this gangsta shit and gun
For the loot, we compute it, to shoot it
So hit the switch, blew it, and bang the music

P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
I don't care it takes, we gon' make it
They say the chains too strong for us to it
Willing to do what it takes for us to it
And we can overcome we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, by honor we won't fall
all, all, all, all, all....)

[Christ
When guns go off, bitches hit the floor
Or then four slugs gonna hit you, ho
I care what it takes, I pull out a gear
the snakes, and Kurtis Blow with The Breaks off
Artie and the Petty Coat Junction
Get two thirty off the head with dumplings
Niggaz when the AK bark
Crystal grip pump, make the gun niggaz
You dig? Niggaz for war
carryin' the world for so long, it ain't heavy no more
And even when the sirens roar, I the violence gore to start firing more
And when we run out of bullets, and you want static?
I grab the three eighty and out the automatic
We better get the money, for shootin' Mossbergs and
ain't shit funny, when it comes to a brawl
Suckin' Northstar, in
go off, y'all know y'all strippin'

[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend Black)]
Willing to do what it takes for us to it
And we can overcome we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, by honor we won't fall
all, all, all, all, all....)

Look out peon, we of lost the battle, but we won the war
I a bullet, travel, bodies hit the floor
Can't be of your shadow, you gotta have heart
Killas on my soil, will turn off the and park
Get out the car, unlock, out the chopper and let it chop
Walk off nothing happened, give a fuck bout a cop
Touch you with the Blade, take off toupee
Put my dirt in glocks, sometimes I do my dark in the day
My momma didn't no sick, she raised a beast
And I can't rest til my enemies in peace
The they are, the harder they fall
Run up on me, I'ma knock the outta y'all
My back against the ball, strappin' and jackin', I'm hands on 'em
One hitter, quitter, bob & weavin', karate on 'em
on 'em, ran on 'em, and land on 'em
Put my on 'em, stand on 'em, because I can on 'em