Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

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

[W.C.]
Racket, racket, comin' out of the end
at you, he throwin' the hot lead at you
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold
With the rest to gather, my cold
It's "Me Against the World" 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' cushions where you can me
For figures, we triggers, who could fuck with us?
Dub, E-40, Bearer, plus RZA
you with the Blade, we gots to get paid
And for the moolah, we intertwine like 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, quick to it
So hit the switch, blew it, and bang the music

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

[Christ
When them guns go off, hit the floor
Or then forty four gonna hit you, ho
I don't what it takes, I pull out a gear
Fuck the snakes, and Kurtis with The Breaks off
Artie Murphy and the Petty Coat
Get two thirty off the head cold dumplings
Niggaz jump the AK bark
Crystal grip pump, the gun niggaz spark
You dig? Niggaz for war
Been carryin' the world for so long, it ain't no more
And even when the sirens roar, I taught the 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 ain't shit funny, when it to a brawl
Suckin' Northstar, in
Guns go off, y'all know y'all

[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend 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 honor we 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 scared of your shadow, you have heart
on my soil, will turn off the lights and park
Get out the car, unlock, fill out the chopper and let it
Walk off nothing happened, give a fuck bout a cop
you with the Blade, take off your toupee
Put my dirt in your glocks, sometimes I do my in the day
My momma didn't no sick, she raised a beast
And I can't rest til my rest in peace
The bigger they are, the they fall
Run up on me, I'ma the hell outta y'all
My back against the ball, strappin' and jackin', I'm puttin' 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