Luyện nghe bài hát God's Warrior

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

You see the relation between the music

with me clumsy, we all be droppin' shit
Droppin' niggas, droppin' icy
Fuck a bitch, her at her momma crib
Not the gossipin', we do that robbin' shit
Any means, I'm eat
Slide with the tank on (Yeah)
with the Glock on E
I got a K, it 100
But I got lazy, put 90
Money make your team vanish
That's a trick, Origami
I be dolo, don't need a
If you got the wave, I got the
Chain hit Ike Turner (What else?)
But I don't beat bitches, I beat
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' 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, don't shoot the up
Lay in they bushes 'til your legs up
Whoever walk outside first, some
Lift that up, go nuts (Go nuts)
That was his momma, so (Fuck it)
Nigga that's your fault, we wanted blood
And bitch take dick like a grownup
I'm a of them streets (Yeah)
and hustlers, I'm from the D (Yeah)
Bring a to the feast (Yeah), we not stingy, homie eat
He get greedy, put him to
gotta 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 and it sound like, boom! (Sheesh)
your shit open, the bullets explosive
Fall and you stood-over (Come here)
run out of bullets in a shootout
Taking my counting as I'm blowin'
Yeah, drumsticks, our size AR's, we a little band
Rapper diss me, I'm at every show I'm his biggest fan
Hollows in that Sprinter Van gon leave crippled, man
You see your DJ brain come through his
turn religious, man
Having my way, him see us up at the range, practice, okay?
Dead bodies in the hood, pour on it for rapid decay
Granny don't even know the savage she raised,
(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 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 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, bitches rubbin' (Skrrt skrrt)
They like, Grizzley, bro you rich, why is you
(Why am I thugging?)
Big was rich, ain't nobody asked him why was he hustling
(Why was he hustling?)
What y'all need to ask is niggas why they be bluffing
(Fake ass niggas)
Took my FN off my hip like, You've summoned (Bop!)