Luyện nghe bài hát God's Warrior

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

You will see the between the music

Everybody with me clumsy, we all be droppin'
niggas, droppin' icy kids
Fuck a bitch, her at her momma crib
Not with the gossipin', we do that robbin'
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 whole team
That's a paper trick,
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 beat
I just bust a chain reaction to stomp a nigga in Versace
me Martin, I stay with the Tommy
You for me, pussy come find me
And I'm not gon' snatch your chain, I'm gon' take it off
So when I go to sell it, it's not damaged, not even slightly
around killers, that's how I'm cut
Found out he stay, don't shoot the house up
Lay in they bushes 'til your lock up
Whoever walk outside first, drop
Lift that up, go nuts (Go nuts)
That was his momma, so (Fuck it)
Nigga that's fault, we wanted your blood
And your bitch take dick 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
They gotta identify him by his
We kill you if you freeze
your job was to squeeze, nigga

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
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 I'm his biggest fan
in that Sprinter Van gon leave somebody crippled, man
You see your DJ brain come 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 like a dick, let his homeboys him (Bitch)
who rockin' with him
Catch his bitch at the mall while she shopping, nigga
Don't let him dive, just shoot out the windows, 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 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 was rich, ain't nobody asked him why was he hustling
(Why was he hustling?)
What y'all need to ask is these niggas why be bluffing
(Fake ass niggas)
my FN off my hip like, You've been summoned (Bop!)