Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Will Go

We got butter, we got
We got butter, we got
We got butter, we got
We got butter, we got

We got butter, we got
(The go)
We got butter, we got
(The go)
The go

Aiyyo, aiyyo one thing for sure, you of all
Keep a nice crib, fly away, keep to the
Keep niggaz outta your face, who
Keep bitches in they place, keep the mac in a special

Keep moving for papes, keep cool, keep doing what you
it fly, keep me in the crates
'Cuz I will erase shit on the real note you'se a
right here for you, I will lace you

Rip you and brace you, put a nice W up on face
Word to mother, you get chased
It's nothing to taste, on a thug if he gotta go
All I is we be giving grace

This is a place from where we tapes
We 'em everywhere, still in all we be making base
Y'all be making paste, these niggaz, they be making shapes
Our is art, yours is traced

This is the way that we in the streets
You know when we roll we be packing that
The gun'll go, the go, gun'll go, gun'll go
The go, the gun'll go, gun'll go
The go, the gun'll go

is Poverty Island man, these animals don't run
Slums where the ambulance come
Who got the best base? waiting to smoke some
Approach some, ask him where he getting that coke

My dudes hug blocks like shogun
'Cuz no V and no ones no fun
Who want a treat they know, Body to go numb
My woman need funds, her hair and her toes done

It is what it is though, don't fuck with the kid
That make it hard to get dough, the to get gold
Harder the piff blow, harder it snow
The pinky and the wrist glow, this here what we for

Get then get low but first thought
We gotta get the work off, the gift and the boss
Yeah, see I'm the yo, the dirt in the fit, no
Hustling from the get go, the motto is get

is the way that werolling in the streets
You know when we roll we be packing that
The gun'll go, the go, gun'll go, gun'll go
The gun'll go, the go, gun'll go
The go, the gun'll go

We was quiet flashy brothers, strapped all
With the .38 long, twelve hour shift gate
Took case, state to state, you think he won't hold his
Put your money on the plate and it get scrapped

We get ape up in club, off that juice and Henn
And it's a no win fucking with them
You mean like Ewing at the front at the rim, finger a Dutch
Million dollar stages touched, techs, gauges

Trust no one, the lone shogun, rugged Timb stomper
Damaging lyrical mass destruction
Nothing can calm the when I break, kid
Peace to my brothers up north, doing state

Whoa, this is the way we be in the streets
You know when we roll we be packing that
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, go, gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, go
The gun'll go, the go

Whoa, is the way we be rolling in the club
You know when we roll we be packing .32
The go, the gun'll go, gun'll go, gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, go
The go, the gun'll go, gun'll go
The gun'll go, the go

We got butter, we got
We got butter, we got
We got butter, we got
We got butter, we got
We got butter, we got

We got butter, we got
We got butter, we got
We got butter, we got
We got butter, we got
We got butter, we got