Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride wit' me sweet
I'll them niggas don't even worry 'bout them
Its cash baby
You know I'm talkin' bout
Its the two

We won, we won
And then we shot B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
Cause we took they shit, now its to floss

We won, we won
And then we shot B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, red corvette
red handkerchief, hangin' out the right side
Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my sign
Yep we do shine, and they gon'
But they hated baby we won't break
So we ride like Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no protectin' no
and heavy, Ocean eleven
Aviators, boat takers, so
No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the
Hollygrove from the
Don't Earhardt
Boulevard the ward I come from
One seven, one shot, that (blum blum)
Brrt Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap!
What the fuck, Hollygrove up nigga!

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
we took they shit, now its time to floss

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em you kill 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they find em evening, sinkin'
I'm drinkin' that syrup
Thinkin' I won't slip, even I'm leanin' like a broke hip
He don't know I got the nina the full clip
That's a somersault back full flip for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until scene clean
Twelve hundred for the stop playin'
dollars for the glock in my pants
Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed at ya face
Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for of respect
I, strap a jet black gat till the
the mama to bury me with that, no bullshitin'
My hood getting kinda where I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause the O-G

We won, we won
And then we shot B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
we took they shit, now its time to floss

We won, we won
And then we shot B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
Cause we took shit, now its time to floss

Fresh out the back seat of the phantom
The haters I make 'em when I wave at 'em like what up?
If it ain't about money I keep
I get that green, niggas try'na mow my lawn
But fuck, them I got the shottie on my arm
If boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
And duck the out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
If this was a movie it's to roll the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya is all over the motherfuckin' block!
I'm a rock!
Hard eagle street seventeen shots
Night vision double-clip, hot beam, glat! Pop!
little man drop
This is not for bitches you man or a fox
I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of more
Cash money, young
Take money, money.

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
we took they shit, now its time to floss

We won, we won
And then we that B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
Cause we took they shit, now its to floss