Luyện nghe bài hát God's Warrior

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

You will see the relation the music

Everybody me clumsy, we all be droppin' shit
Droppin' niggas, droppin' icy
a bitch, drop her at her momma crib
Not the gossipin', we do that robbin' shit
Any means, I'm eat
Slide with the tank on (Yeah)
Leave the Glock on E
I got a K, it 100
But I got lazy, put 90
Money make your team vanish
a paper trick, Origami
I be dolo, don't a posse
If you got the wave, I got the
Chain hit like Ike (What else?)
But I don't bitches, I beat burgers
I bust a chain reaction just to stomp a nigga 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 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, shoot the house up
Lay in they bushes 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 your blood
And your bitch 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 gotta 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)
your shit open, the bullets explosive
Fall and you getting (Come here)
Can't run out of bullets in a
Taking my time counting as I'm
Yeah, drumsticks, bitch our size AR's, we a band
Rapper diss me, I'm at every show I'm his biggest fan
Hollows in that Van gon leave somebody crippled, man
You see your DJ brain through his head
turn religious, man
Having my way, him see us up at the range, practice, okay?
Dead bodies in the hood, pour acid on it for decay
Granny don't even know the she raised, nigga
(Savage she raised, nigga)
Ayy, get you took off the planet today, nigga (Holy water)
Ayy, hoes, I don't feel 'em (Feel 'em)
Cut his head like a dick, let his deal him (Bitch)
who rockin' 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 faster than no bullets, why is you
(Fuck is you runnin'?)
I be talking to my like, you be bugging
(Bitch you be trippin')
I put on my drop, them bitches rubbin' (Skrrt skrrt)
like, Grizzley, bro you rich, why is you thugging?
(Why am I thugging?)
Big Meech was rich, ain't nobody him why was he hustling
(Why was he hustling?)
What y'all to ask is these niggas why they be bluffing
(Fake ass niggas)
Took my FN off my hip like, You've summoned (Bop!)