Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

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

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

[Hook: P. Dot (The William Black)]
I don't care what it takes, we make it
They say the chains too strong for us to it
Willing to do what it 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....)

[Christ
When them guns go off, bitches hit the
Or then four slugs gonna hit you, ho
I care what it takes, I pull out a gear
Fuck the snakes, and Kurtis with The Breaks off
Artie Murphy and the Coat Junction
Get two thirty off the head with dumplings
jump when the AK bark
Crystal grip pump, the gun niggaz spark
You dig? Niggaz for war
Been carryin' the for so long, it ain't heavy no more
And even when the sirens roar, I taught the violence gore to start firing
And when we run out of bullets, and you still static?
I the three eighty and pull 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 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 faced
(We are after 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 of your 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 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 bigger they are, the they fall
Run up on me, I'ma knock the outta y'all
My back against the ball, and jackin', I'm puttin' 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