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, 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 killer
It's "Me Against the World" 2Pac
And Biggie, I'm "Ready to Die" for what you got
Got a crew with killas me, I'm grimey
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, Christ Bearer, RZA
Stick you with the Blade, we to get paid
And for the moolah, we intertwine French braids
And I can't fight the feeling one way
it comes down to this gangsta shit and gun play
For the loot, we compute it, to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk it, and bang the music

[Hook: P. Dot (The William Black)]
I don't care it takes, we gon' make it
They say the too strong for us to break 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 won't
all, all, all, all, all....)

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

[Hook: P. Dot (The William Black)]
Willing to do what it 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....)

Look out peon, we might of the battle, but we won the war
I a bullet, travel, bodies hit the floor
Can't be of your shadow, you gotta have heart
Killas on my soil, will 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 raise no sick, she raised a beast
And I can't rest til my enemies rest in
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', stance on 'em
Dance on 'em, ran on 'em, and on 'em
Put my brand on 'em, on 'em, because I can on 'em