Luyện nghe bài hát God's Warrior

You know 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 between the music

Everybody me clumsy, we all be droppin' shit
Droppin' niggas, icy kids
Fuck a bitch, her at her momma crib
Not with the gossipin', we do that 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 team vanish
That's a paper trick,
I be dolo, don't need a
If you got the wave, I got the
Chain hit like Ike (What else?)
But I don't beat bitches, I beat
I just bust a chain just to stomp a nigga in Versace
me Martin, I stay with the Tommy
You lookin' for me, pussy come me
And I'm not gon' snatch your chain, I'm gon' take it off
So when I go back to 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 bushes 'til your legs lock up
Whoever walk outside first, drop
that chopper up, go nuts (Go nuts)
That was his momma, so (Fuck it)
Nigga that's fault, we wanted your blood
And your bitch take like a grownup
I'm a product of 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 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 Draco and it like, boom! (Sheesh)
Knock shit open, the bullets explosive
Fall and you getting (Come here)
Can't run out of in a shootout
Taking my time as I'm blowin'
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 Sprinter Van gon somebody crippled, man
You see your DJ brain come his head
You'll religious, man
my way, him see us up at the range, that's practice, okay?
Dead bodies in the hood, pour acid on it for rapid
Granny even know the savage she raised, nigga
(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 like a dick, let his deal him (Bitch)
who rockin' with him
Catch his bitch at the mall while she shoe shopping,
Don't let him dive, just shoot out the windows, that's how I'm
(That's how I'm coming)
You not faster 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 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, nobody asked 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 been (Bop!)