Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

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

[W.C.]
Racket, racket, comin' out of the end
Dead at you, he throwin' the hot 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 with 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 could with us?
Dub, E-40, Christ Bearer, RZA
you with the Blade, we gots to get paid
And for the moolah, we intertwine 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, punk blew it, and bang the

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

[Christ
When them guns go off, bitches hit the
Or then forty four gonna hit you, ho
I care what it takes, I pull out a gear
the snakes, and Kurtis Blow with The Breaks off
Artie Murphy and the Petty Junction
Get two thirty off the head with dumplings
jump when the AK bark
Crystal grip pump, the gun niggaz spark
You Niggaz ready for war
Been carryin' the world for so long, it ain't heavy no
And even when the sirens roar, I taught the violence gore to start more
And we run out of bullets, and you still want static?
I grab the three 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, y'all know strippin'

[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend Black)]
Willing to do what it takes for us to it
And we can overcome anything we with
(We are soldiers all, down 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, 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, out the chopper and let it chop
Walk off like nothing happened, give a bout a cop
Touch you with the Blade, take off your
Put my in your glocks, sometimes I do my dark in the day
My momma raise no sick, she raised a beast
And I rest til my enemies rest in peace
The bigger they are, the they fall
Run up on me, I'ma knock the hell outta
My back against the ball, strappin' and jackin', I'm hands on 'em
One hitter, quitter, bob & weavin', karate on 'em
Dance on 'em, ran on 'em, and on 'em
Put my brand on 'em, on 'em, because I can on 'em