Luyện nghe bài hát God's Warrior

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

You will see the between the music

Everybody me clumsy, we all be droppin' shit
niggas, droppin' icy kids
Fuck a bitch, drop her at her momma
Not with the gossipin', we do that robbin'
Any means, I'm eat
Slide with the 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 trick, Origami
I be dolo, don't need a
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 just to stomp a in Versace
Call me Martin, I with the Tommy
You for me, pussy come find me
And I'm not gon' your chain, I'm gon' take it off politely
So when I go back to sell it, not damaged, not even slightly
Raised killers, that's how I'm cut
Found out where he stay, don't the house up
Lay in bushes 'til your legs lock up
Whoever walk outside first, some
Lift chopper up, go nuts (Go nuts)
That was his momma, so (Fuck it)
Nigga that's your fault, we your blood
And bitch take dick like a grownup
I'm a product of 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
They gotta him by his teeth
We gon' kill you if you
When job was to squeeze, nigga

I got an Uzi and like, boom! (Ooh)
I got a and it sound like, boom! (Sheesh)
Knock your shit open, the explosive
Fall and you getting (Come here)
run out of bullets in a shootout
Taking my time as I'm blowin'
Yeah, drumsticks, bitch our size AR's, we a band
diss me, I'm at every show like I'm his biggest fan
Hollows in that Van gon leave somebody crippled, man
You see your DJ brain come his head
turn religious, man
Having my way, him see us up at the range, practice, okay?
Dead bodies in the hood, pour acid on it for decay
don't 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 a dick, let his homeboys deal him (Bitch)
who rockin' with him
Catch his at the mall while she shoe 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)
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 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!)