Luyện nghe bài hát God's Warrior

You know you niggas say be fakes man like
I hope they play this shit in court one day
If you look up of the stories in my city

You will see the relation the music

Everybody with me clumsy, we all be droppin'
niggas, droppin' icy kids
Fuck a bitch, her at her momma crib
Not with the gossipin', we do robbin' shit
Any means, I'm eat
Slide with the on full (Yeah)
Leave the Glock on E
I got a K, it 100
But I got lazy, put 90
make your whole team vanish
That's a trick, Origami
I be dolo, don't a posse
If you got the wave, I got the
hit like Ike Turner (What else?)
But I beat bitches, I beat burgers
I just bust a chain reaction just to stomp a in Versace
me Martin, I stay with the Tommy
You for me, pussy come find me
And I'm not gon' snatch your chain, I'm take it off politely
So when I go back to sell it, it's not damaged, not slightly
Raised around killers, how I'm cut
Found out where he stay, don't the house up
Lay in bushes 'til your legs lock up
Whoever walk first, drop some
Lift that chopper up, go (Go nuts)
was his momma, so what? (Fuck it)
Nigga that's fault, we wanted your blood
And your bitch take dick a grownup
I'm a product of streets (Yeah)
Sharks and hustlers, I'm the D (Yeah)
Bring a to the feast (Yeah), we not stingy, homie eat
He get greedy, put him to
They identify him by his teeth
We gon' you if you freeze
your job was to squeeze, nigga

I got an Uzi and like, boom! (Ooh)
I got a Draco and it like, boom! (Sheesh)
Knock your shit open, the explosive
Fall and you stood-over (Come here)
Can't run out of in a shootout
Taking my time counting as I'm
Yeah, drumsticks, bitch our AR's, we a little band
Rapper diss me, I'm at every show I'm his biggest fan
Hollows in Sprinter Van gon leave somebody crippled, man
You see your DJ brain through his head
You'll religious, man
Having my way, him see us up at the range, practice, okay?
bodies in the hood, pour acid on it for rapid decay
Granny don't even know the savage she raised,
(Savage she raised, nigga)
Ayy, 200k get you off the planet today, nigga (Holy water)
Ayy, nigga hoes, I feel 'em (Feel 'em)
Cut his head a dick, let his homeboys deal him (Bitch)
Fuck who with him
Catch his at the mall while she shoe shopping, nigga
let him dive, just shoot out the windows, that's how I'm coming
(That's how I'm coming)
You not than no bullets, why is you running?
(Fuck is you runnin'?)
I be to my Glock like, you be bugging
(Bitch you be trippin')
I put Forgi's on my drop, them bitches (Skrrt skrrt)
They like, Grizzley, bro you rich, why is you
(Why am I thugging?)
Big Meech was rich, nobody asked him why was he hustling
(Why was he hustling?)
What y'all need to ask is niggas why they be bluffing
(Fake ass niggas)
Took my FN off my hip like, You've summoned (Bop!)