Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

[Chorus: P.
them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When guns 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, comin' out of the end
Dead at you, he the hot lead at you
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a getter
With the rest to gather, my killer
It's "Me Against the World" like
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 fuck with us?
Dub, E-40, Christ Bearer, RZA
Stick you with the Blade, we to get paid
And for the moolah, we intertwine like French
And I fight the feeling like one way
When it comes to this gangsta shit and gun play
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 chains too strong for us to it
Willing to do what it for us to make it
And we can anything we faced with
(We are after all, down by honor we won't fall
all, all, all, all, all....)

[Christ
When guns go off, bitches hit the floor
Or then four slugs gonna hit you, ho
I don't what it takes, I pull out a gear
Fuck the snakes, and Blow with The Breaks off
Artie Murphy and the Petty Coat
Get two off the head with cold dumplings
Niggaz when the AK bark
Crystal grip pump, make the gun niggaz
You dig? ready for war
Been the world 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 want static?
I the three eighty and pull out the automatic
We better get the money, for shootin' Mossbergs and
Niggaz ain't shit funny, it comes to a brawl
Northstar, trippin' in
Guns go off, y'all know y'all

P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
Willing to do what it takes for us to it
And we can overcome anything we 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 gotta have
Killas on my soil, will turn off the and park
Get out the car, unlock, fill out the chopper and let it
off like nothing happened, give a fuck 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 didn't raise no sick, she raised a
And I can't til my enemies rest in peace
The they are, the harder they fall
Run up on me, knock the hell outta y'all
My against the ball, strappin' and jackin', I'm puttin' 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