Luyện nghe bài hát God's Warrior

You know everything you niggas say be fakes man
I hope don't play this shit in court one day
If you look up some of the stories in my

You see the relation between the music

Everybody with me clumsy, we all be droppin'
niggas, droppin' icy kids
Fuck a bitch, drop her at her momma
Not the gossipin', we do that robbin' shit
Any means, I'm eat
with the tank on full (Yeah)
Leave with the on E
I got a K, it 100
But I got lazy, put 90
Money make your team vanish
That's a trick, Origami
I be dolo, don't need a
If you got the wave, I got the
Chain hit 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 lookin' for me, pussy find me
And I'm not gon' snatch your chain, I'm gon' take it off
So when I go back to sell it, it's not damaged, not slightly
around killers, that's how I'm cut
Found out he stay, don't shoot the house up
Lay in bushes 'til your legs lock up
Whoever walk outside first, drop
Lift that up, go nuts (Go nuts)
was his momma, so what? (Fuck it)
Nigga that's your fault, we wanted your
And bitch take dick like a grownup
I'm a product of streets (Yeah)
and hustlers, I'm from the D (Yeah)
Bring a nigga to the feast (Yeah), we not stingy, eat
He get greedy, put him to
They gotta identify him by his
We gon' you if you freeze
When your job was to squeeze,

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