Luyện nghe bài hát God's Warrior

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

You will see the relation the music

Everybody with me clumsy, we all be droppin'
Droppin' niggas, icy kids
a bitch, drop her at her momma crib
Not with the gossipin', we do that robbin'
Any means, I'm eat
Slide the tank on full (Yeah)
Leave with the on E
I got a K, it 100
But I got lazy, put 90
make your whole team vanish
That's a 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 beat bitches, I burgers
I just bust a chain just to stomp a nigga in Versace
Call me Martin, I with the Tommy
You lookin' for me, come find me
And I'm not gon' your chain, I'm gon' take 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 the house up
Lay in they bushes 'til 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 dick 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 identify him by his teeth
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 your open, the bullets explosive
and you getting stood-over (Come here)
Can't run out of in a shootout
my time counting as I'm blowin'
Yeah, drumsticks, bitch our size AR's, we a little
Rapper diss me, I'm at show 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, that's practice,
Dead bodies in the hood, pour acid on it for rapid
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 don't 'em (Feel 'em)
Cut his like a dick, let his homeboys deal him (Bitch)
who rockin' with him
Catch his bitch at the while 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 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 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 to ask is these niggas why they be bluffing
(Fake ass niggas)
Took my FN off my hip like, You've been (Bop!)