Luyện nghe bài hát God's Warrior

You know you niggas say be fakes man like
I hope they play this shit in court one day
If you look up some of the in my city

You will see the relation between the

Everybody me clumsy, we all be droppin' shit
niggas, droppin' icy kids
Fuck a bitch, her at her momma crib
Not with the gossipin', we do that shit
Any means, I'm eat
Slide 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 vanish
That's a paper trick,
I be dolo, don't a posse
If you got the wave, I got the
hit like Ike Turner (What else?)
But I beat bitches, I beat burgers
I bust a chain reaction just to stomp a nigga in Versace
Call me Martin, I stay with the
You for me, pussy come find me
And I'm not gon' snatch your chain, I'm gon' it off politely
So when I go back to sell it, not damaged, not even slightly
Raised killers, that's how I'm cut
out where he stay, don't shoot the house up
Lay in they bushes 'til legs lock up
walk outside first, drop some
Lift that up, go nuts (Go nuts)
That was his momma, so (Fuck it)
Nigga that's your fault, we 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 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
your job was to squeeze, nigga

I got an Uzi and like, boom! (Ooh)
I got a and it sound like, boom! (Sheesh)
Knock your open, the bullets explosive
Fall and you stood-over (Come here)
Can't run out of bullets in a
my time counting as I'm blowin'
Yeah, drumsticks, our size AR's, we a little band
Rapper diss me, I'm at every show like I'm his fan
Hollows in that Sprinter Van gon somebody crippled, man
You see your DJ brain come through his
You'll 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 decay
Granny even know the savage she raised, nigga
(Savage she raised, nigga)
Ayy, 200k get you took off the today, nigga (Holy water)
Ayy, nigga hoes, I feel 'em (Feel 'em)
Cut his head like a dick, let his deal him (Bitch)
Fuck who with him
Catch his bitch at the mall while she shoe shopping,
Don't let him dive, 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 like, you be bugging
(Bitch you be trippin')
I put Forgi's on my drop, bitches rubbin' (Skrrt skrrt)
like, Grizzley, bro you rich, why is you thugging?
(Why am I thugging?)
Big was rich, ain't nobody asked him why was he hustling
(Why was he hustling?)
y'all need to ask is these niggas why they be bluffing
(Fake ass niggas)
Took my FN off my hip like, You've been (Bop!)