Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

[Chorus: P.
When them 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 that money, and be out the

[W.C.]
Racket, racket, out of the back end
Dead at you, he throwin' the hot at you
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a getter
the rest to gather, my cold 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, cushions where you can find me
For figures, we bust triggers, who fuck with us?
Dub, E-40, Christ Bearer, RZA
Stick you with the Blade, we to get paid
And for the moolah, we intertwine like French
And I can't the feeling like one way
When it comes down to this gangsta shit and gun
For the loot, we it, quick to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk it, and bang the music

[Hook: P. Dot (The William Black)]
I don't care what it takes, we make it
say the chains too strong for us to break it
Willing to do what it takes for us to it
And we can anything we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't
all, all, all, all, all....)

[Christ
When them 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 jump the AK bark
Crystal grip pump, make the gun niggaz
You dig? ready for war
Been carryin' the for so long, it ain't heavy no more
And even when the roar, I taught 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
Niggaz shit funny, when it comes 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 we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, down by 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, bodies hit the
Can't be scared of shadow, you gotta have heart
Killas on my soil, will turn off the lights and
Get out the car, unlock, fill out the and let it chop
Walk off like nothing happened, give a fuck a cop
Touch you with the Blade, take off your
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 the hell outta y'all
My back against the ball, strappin' and jackin', I'm hands on 'em
One hitter, quitter, bob & weavin', stance on 'em
Dance on 'em, ran on 'em, and on 'em
Put my on 'em, stand on 'em, because I can on 'em