Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

[Chorus: P.
When them guns off, we be ready for war
When guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them roar
get that 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 to gather, my cold killer
"Me Against the World" like 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' where 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 can't the feeling like one way
When it comes down to this shit and gun play
For the loot, we compute it, quick to it
So hit the switch, punk it, and bang the music

P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
I don't what it takes, we gon' make it
They say the chains too strong for us to it
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....)

[Christ
When them guns go off, bitches hit the
Or then forty slugs gonna hit you, ho
I don't care what it takes, I pull out a
Fuck the snakes, and Kurtis with The Breaks off
Murphy and the Petty Coat Junction
Get two thirty off the 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 get the money, for shootin' Mossbergs and Beretta's
Niggaz shit funny, when it comes to a brawl
Suckin' Northstar, in
Guns go off, know y'all strippin'

[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend Black)]
Willing to do it takes for us to make it
And we can overcome anything we with
(We are soldiers after all, 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 scared of your shadow, you have heart
Killas on my soil, turn off the lights and park
Get out the car, unlock, fill out the chopper and let it
Walk off like happened, give a fuck bout a cop
Touch you the Blade, take off your toupee
Put my in your 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 harder they
Run up on me, knock the hell 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 brand on 'em, stand on 'em, I can on 'em