Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

[Chorus: P.
When them guns off, we be ready for war
When them guns 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 throwin' the hot at you
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold
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 crew killas behind me, I'm grimey
I'm one of the big body, cushions where you can find me
For figures, we bust triggers, who could with us?
Dub, E-40, Christ Bearer, RZA
you with the Blade, we gots to get paid
And for the moolah, we like French braids
And I can't fight the feeling one way
When it 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 bang the

[Hook: P. Dot (The William Black)]
I don't 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 overcome 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 forty four slugs gonna hit you, ho
I don't care what it takes, I out a gear
Fuck the snakes, and Kurtis Blow with The off
Artie and the Petty Coat Junction
Get two thirty off the head with cold
Niggaz jump the AK bark
Crystal grip pump, the gun niggaz spark
You dig? Niggaz for war
Been carryin' the world for so long, it ain't heavy no
And even when the sirens roar, I taught the violence gore to start firing
And when we run out of bullets, and you still want
I grab the three and pull out the automatic
We get the money, for shootin' Mossbergs and Beretta's
ain't shit funny, when it comes to a brawl
Suckin' Northstar, in
Guns go off, y'all y'all strippin'

[Hook: P. Dot (The William Black)]
Willing to do it takes for us to make it
And we can anything we faced 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 grab a bullet, travel, bodies hit the
Can't be scared of your shadow, you 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, a fuck bout a cop
you with the Blade, take off your toupee
Put my dirt in your glocks, 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 are, the harder they fall
Run up on me, I'ma knock the outta y'all
My back against the ball, strappin' and jackin', I'm puttin' on 'em
One hitter, quitter, bob & weavin', karate on 'em
Dance on 'em, ran on 'em, and on 'em
Put my brand on 'em, stand on 'em, I can on 'em