Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

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

[W.C.]
Racket, racket, out of the back end
at you, he throwin' the hot lead at you
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a getter
With the rest to gather, my killer
It's "Me Against the World" like
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready to Die" for you got
Got a crew killas behind me, I'm grimey
I'm one of the big body, blowin' cushions where you can me
For figures, we bust triggers, who fuck with us?
Dub, E-40, Bearer, plus RZA
Stick you with the Blade, we to get paid
And for the moolah, we intertwine French braids
And I fight the feeling like one way
When it down to this gangsta shit and gun play
For the loot, we compute it, to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the

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

[Christ
When guns go off, bitches hit the floor
Or forty four slugs gonna hit you, ho
I care what it takes, I pull out a gear
Fuck the snakes, and Kurtis Blow with The off
Artie Murphy and the Petty Coat
Get two thirty off the head with dumplings
Niggaz jump when the AK
Crystal grip pump, make the gun spark
You dig? ready for war
Been the world for so long, it ain't heavy no more
And even the sirens roar, I taught the violence gore to start firing more
And when we run out of bullets, and you still want
I the three eighty and pull out the automatic
We better get the money, for shootin' and Beretta's
Niggaz ain't shit funny, when it to a brawl
Northstar, trippin' in
Guns go off, know y'all strippin'

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

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