Luyện nghe bài hát God's Warrior

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

You see the relation between the music

Everybody me clumsy, we all be droppin' shit
Droppin' niggas, droppin' icy
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)
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 a posse
If you got the wave, I got the
Chain hit Ike Turner (What else?)
But I beat bitches, I beat burgers
I just bust a chain 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 chain, I'm gon' take it off politely
So when I go back to sell it, it's not damaged, not even
around killers, that's how I'm cut
Found out where he stay, don't shoot the up
Lay in they bushes 'til your lock up
Whoever walk outside first, drop
Lift chopper up, go nuts (Go nuts)
was his momma, so what? (Fuck it)
Nigga your fault, we wanted your blood
And bitch take 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 gotta identify him by his
We gon' kill you if you
your job was to squeeze, nigga

I got an Uzi and like, boom! (Ooh)
I got a and it sound like, boom! (Sheesh)
Knock shit open, the bullets explosive
Fall and you getting (Come here)
Can't run out of bullets in a
my time counting as I'm blowin'
Yeah, drumsticks, bitch our AR's, we a little band
Rapper diss me, I'm at every show like I'm his fan
Hollows in that 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 today, nigga (Holy water)
Ayy, hoes, I don't feel 'em (Feel 'em)
Cut his head a dick, let his homeboys deal him (Bitch)
Fuck who rockin' him
Catch his at the mall 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 than no bullets, why is you
(Fuck is you runnin'?)
I be talking to my Glock like, you be
(Bitch you be trippin')
I put Forgi's on my drop, bitches rubbin' (Skrrt skrrt)
They like, Grizzley, bro you rich, why is you
(Why am I thugging?)
Big Meech was rich, ain't nobody asked him why was he
(Why was he hustling?)
What need to ask is these niggas why they be bluffing
(Fake ass niggas)
my FN off my hip like, You've been summoned (Bop!)