Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

[Chorus: P.
them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them sirens
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 gold
With the to gather, my cold killer
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 fuck with us?
Dub, E-40, Bearer, plus RZA
Stick you the Blade, we gots to get paid
And for the moolah, we like French braids
And I fight the feeling like one way
it comes down to this gangsta shit and gun play
For the loot, we it, quick to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk blew it, and the music

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

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When them go off, bitches hit the floor
Or then forty four gonna hit you, ho
I don't care it takes, I pull out a gear
Fuck the snakes, and Blow with The Breaks off
Artie Murphy and the Petty Junction
Get two thirty off the head with cold
Niggaz when the AK bark
Crystal grip pump, make the gun spark
You dig? Niggaz for war
Been carryin' the for so long, it ain't heavy no more
And even the sirens roar, I taught the violence gore to start firing more
And when we run out of bullets, and you still static?
I grab the eighty and pull out the automatic
We get the money, for shootin' Mossbergs and Beretta's
Niggaz ain't shit funny, when it to a brawl
Northstar, trippin' in
Guns go off, y'all know strippin'

P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
Willing to do what it takes for us to it
And we can anything we faced with
(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 scared of your shadow, you gotta have
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 happened, give a fuck bout a cop
Touch you with the Blade, take off toupee
Put my dirt in glocks, sometimes I do my dark in the day
My didn't 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 against the ball, strappin' and jackin', I'm puttin' hands on 'em
One hitter, quitter, bob & weavin', stance on 'em
on 'em, ran on 'em, and land on 'em
Put my brand on 'em, on 'em, because I can on 'em