Luyện nghe bài hát God's Warrior

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

You will see the relation between the

with me clumsy, we all be droppin' shit
Droppin' niggas, droppin' icy
Fuck a bitch, her at her momma crib
Not with the gossipin', we do robbin' shit
Any means, I'm eat
with the tank on full (Yeah)
Leave the Glock on E
I got a K, it 100
But I got lazy, put 90
Money make your whole team
That's a trick, Origami
I be dolo, don't a posse
If you got the wave, I got the
Chain hit Ike Turner (What else?)
But I don't bitches, I beat burgers
I just bust a chain reaction just to stomp a nigga in
Call me Martin, I stay the Tommy
You lookin' for me, come find me
And I'm not gon' snatch your chain, I'm gon' it off politely
So I go back to sell it, it's not damaged, not even slightly
Raised around killers, how I'm cut
Found out where he stay, don't shoot the up
Lay in they bushes 'til your legs up
Whoever outside first, drop some
Lift that up, go nuts (Go nuts)
That was his momma, so (Fuck it)
Nigga that's fault, we wanted your blood
And your take dick like a grownup
I'm a of them streets (Yeah)
Sharks and hustlers, I'm the D (Yeah)
Bring a nigga to the (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 and it sound like, boom! (Sheesh)
Knock your shit open, the explosive
and you getting stood-over (Come here)
Can't run out of bullets in a
Taking my time as I'm blowin'
Yeah, drumsticks, bitch our size AR's, we a little
Rapper diss me, I'm at every like I'm his biggest fan
Hollows in that Sprinter Van gon somebody crippled, man
You see your DJ brain come his head
turn religious, man
Having my way, him see us up at the range, practice, okay?
Dead bodies in the hood, acid on it for rapid 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 like a dick, let his homeboys deal him (Bitch)
Fuck who rockin' him
Catch his bitch at the mall 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 talking to my Glock like, you be
(Bitch you be trippin')
I put Forgi's on my drop, them bitches (Skrrt skrrt)
like, Grizzley, bro you rich, why is you thugging?
(Why am I thugging?)
Big Meech was rich, ain't asked him why was he hustling
(Why was he hustling?)
What y'all need to ask is these niggas why they be
(Fake ass niggas)
my FN off my hip like, You've been summoned (Bop!)