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 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 robbin' shit
Any means, I'm eat
Slide with the 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
a paper trick, Origami
I be dolo, need a posse
If you got the wave, I got the
hit like Ike Turner (What else?)
But I don't beat bitches, I beat
I just bust a chain reaction just to stomp a nigga in
Call me Martin, I stay with the
You lookin' for me, pussy come 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 lock up
Whoever outside first, drop some
Lift chopper up, go nuts (Go nuts)
That was his momma, so (Fuck it)
Nigga that's your fault, we wanted your
And your take dick like a grownup
I'm a of them streets (Yeah)
and hustlers, I'm from the D (Yeah)
Bring a nigga to the (Yeah), we not stingy, homie eat
He get greedy, put him to
gotta identify him by his teeth
We kill 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
and you getting stood-over (Come here)
Can't run out of in a shootout
Taking my time 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 Sprinter Van gon somebody 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?
bodies in the hood, pour acid on it for rapid decay
Granny don't even the savage she raised, nigga
(Savage she raised, nigga)
Ayy, 200k get you off the planet today, nigga (Holy water)
Ayy, nigga hoes, I don't 'em (Feel 'em)
Cut his head like a dick, let his deal him (Bitch)
who rockin' with him
Catch his bitch at the while she shoe shopping, nigga
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 to my Glock like, you be bugging
(Bitch you be trippin')
I put on my drop, them bitches rubbin' (Skrrt skrrt)
They like, Grizzley, bro you rich, why is you
(Why am I thugging?)
Big Meech was rich, ain't nobody him why was he hustling
(Why was he hustling?)
What y'all need to ask is these niggas why they be
(Fake ass niggas)
Took my FN off my hip like, You've summoned (Bop!)