Luyện nghe bài hát God's Warrior

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

You see the relation between the music

Everybody with me clumsy, we all be droppin'
Droppin' niggas, droppin' icy
a bitch, drop her at her momma crib
Not with the gossipin', we do that shit
Any means, I'm eat
Slide the tank on full (Yeah)
with the Glock on E
I got a K, it 100
But I got lazy, put 90
make your whole team vanish
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 beat bitches, I beat burgers
I just bust a chain reaction to stomp a nigga in Versace
Call me Martin, I stay the Tommy
You lookin' for me, pussy come me
And I'm not gon' snatch your chain, I'm take it off politely
So when I go back to it, it's not damaged, not even slightly
around killers, that's how I'm cut
Found out where he stay, don't shoot the up
Lay in they bushes your legs lock up
walk outside first, drop some
Lift that up, go nuts (Go nuts)
was his momma, so what? (Fuck it)
Nigga that's your fault, we your blood
And your bitch take dick a grownup
I'm a product of streets (Yeah)
Sharks and hustlers, I'm the D (Yeah)
a nigga to the feast (Yeah), we not stingy, homie eat
He get greedy, put him to
They 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 shit open, the bullets explosive
and you getting stood-over (Come here)
Can't run out of in a shootout
my time counting as I'm blowin'
Yeah, drumsticks, our size AR's, we a little band
Rapper me, I'm at every show like I'm his biggest fan
in that Sprinter Van gon leave somebody crippled, man
You see your DJ come through his head
turn religious, man
Having my way, him see us up at the range, that's practice,
Dead bodies in the hood, pour on it for rapid decay
Granny don't even know the 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)
Fuck who rockin' him
Catch his bitch at the mall while she shopping, nigga
Don't let him dive, just shoot out the windows, that's how I'm
(That's how I'm coming)
You not than 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 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, 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)
Took my FN off my hip like, You've been (Bop!)