Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

[Chorus: P.
When them guns goes off, we be for war
When them guns goes off, 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
affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready to Die" for you got
Got a crew with killas behind me, I'm
I'm one of the big body, blowin' where you can find me
For figures, we bust triggers, who could with us?
Dub, E-40, Christ Bearer, RZA
Stick you with the Blade, we gots to get
And for the moolah, we intertwine like braids
And I can't fight the feeling one way
When it comes to this gangsta shit and gun play
For the loot, we it, quick to shoot it
So hit the switch, blew it, and bang the music

[Hook: P. Dot (The William Black)]
I don't care it takes, we gon' make it
say the chains too strong for us to break it
Willing to do what it 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....)

[Christ
When them go off, bitches hit the floor
Or then forty slugs gonna hit you, ho
I don't what it takes, I pull out a gear
the snakes, and Kurtis Blow with The Breaks off
Artie Murphy and the Petty Junction
Get two thirty off the head with dumplings
jump when the AK bark
Crystal grip pump, make the gun spark
You Niggaz ready for war
Been carryin' the world for so long, it heavy no more
And even when the sirens roar, I taught the violence gore to firing more
And we run out of bullets, and you still 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, when it comes to a
Suckin' Northstar, in
go off, y'all know y'all strippin'

[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend Black)]
to do what it takes for us to make it
And we can overcome 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, hit the floor
be scared of your shadow, you gotta have heart
Killas on my soil, will turn off the lights and
Get out the car, unlock, fill out the chopper and let it
Walk off like nothing happened, give a fuck a cop
Touch you with the Blade, take off toupee
Put my dirt in your glocks, sometimes I do my 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 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', stance on 'em
Dance on 'em, ran on 'em, and on 'em
Put my brand on 'em, stand on 'em, I can on 'em