Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

[Chorus: P.
When them goes off, we be ready for war
them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When guns goes off, and them sirens roar
Better get money, and be out the door

[W.C.]
Racket, racket, comin' out of the end
Dead at you, he throwin' the hot at you
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a getter
With the rest to gather, my killer
"Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And Biggie, I'm "Ready to Die" for what you got
Got a crew with killas behind me, I'm
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, Bearer, plus RZA
Stick you with the Blade, we gots to get
And for the moolah, we intertwine French braids
And I can't fight the feeling one way
When it comes down to this gangsta shit and gun
For the loot, we compute it, to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk blew it, and the music

[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend Black)]
I care 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 overcome we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, down by 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 out a gear
Fuck the snakes, and Blow with The Breaks off
Artie Murphy and the Petty Coat
Get two thirty off the head with dumplings
Niggaz jump when the AK
grip pump, make the gun niggaz spark
You Niggaz 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 more
And we run out of bullets, and you still want static?
I grab the three and pull out the automatic
We better get the money, for shootin' Mossbergs and
Niggaz ain't funny, when it comes to a brawl
Northstar, trippin' in
Guns go off, know y'all 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 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 grab a bullet, travel, bodies hit the
Can't be scared of shadow, you gotta have heart
Killas on my soil, will turn off the and park
Get out the car, unlock, out the chopper and let it chop
Walk off nothing happened, give a fuck bout a cop
Touch you with the Blade, take off your
Put my dirt in 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 bigger they are, the harder they
Run up on me, I'ma knock the outta y'all
My back the ball, strappin' 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, on 'em, because I can on 'em