Luyện nghe bài hát God's Warrior

You everything you niggas say be fakes man like
I hope they don't 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'
Droppin' niggas, droppin' icy
Fuck a bitch, drop her at her crib
Not with the gossipin', we do robbin' shit
Any means, I'm eat
Slide with the tank on (Yeah)
with the Glock on E
I got a K, it 100
But I got lazy, put 90
Money make your whole team
That's a paper trick,
I be dolo, don't need a
If you got the wave, I got the
Chain hit Ike Turner (What else?)
But I don't beat bitches, I beat
I just bust a reaction just to stomp a nigga in Versace
Call me Martin, I with the Tommy
You lookin' for me, pussy come me
And I'm not gon' snatch chain, I'm gon' take it off politely
So I go back to sell it, it's not damaged, not even slightly
Raised killers, that's how I'm cut
Found out where he stay, don't shoot the up
Lay in they bushes your legs lock up
Whoever walk outside first, some
that chopper up, go nuts (Go nuts)
That was his momma, so (Fuck it)
Nigga your fault, we wanted your blood
And your take dick like a grownup
I'm a product of them (Yeah)
Sharks and hustlers, I'm the D (Yeah)
a nigga 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
When 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 bullets
and you getting stood-over (Come here)
Can't run out of in a shootout
Taking my time as I'm blowin'
Yeah, drumsticks, bitch our AR's, we a little band
diss me, I'm at every show like I'm his biggest fan
Hollows in Sprinter Van gon leave somebody crippled, man
You see DJ brain come through his head
You'll religious, man
Having my way, him see us up at the range, that's practice,
Dead 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 took off the planet today, (Holy water)
Ayy, nigga hoes, I don't 'em (Feel 'em)
Cut his head like a dick, let his homeboys him (Bitch)
Fuck who with him
Catch his bitch at the mall while she shoe shopping,
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 talking to my like, you be bugging
(Bitch you be trippin')
I put Forgi's on my drop, bitches rubbin' (Skrrt skrrt)
like, Grizzley, bro you rich, why is you thugging?
(Why am I thugging?)
Big was rich, ain't nobody asked him why was he hustling
(Why was he hustling?)
What y'all need to ask is these niggas why be bluffing
(Fake ass niggas)
Took my FN off my hip like, You've summoned (Bop!)