Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride me sweet heart
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 that B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
Cause we took shit, now its time to floss

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

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, little red
Little red handkerchief, hangin' out the right
Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu
Yep we do shine, and gon' hate
But hated Jesus baby we won't break
So we ride like four
So secured, no security, no protectin' no
Loc' and heavy, eleven
Aviators, takers, so fackers
No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the
Hollygrove the start
Don't cross
Boulevard where the I come from
One seven, one shot, that (blum blum)
Brrt Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap!
What the fuck, stand 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 then we shot B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
we took they shit, now its time to floss

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

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

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

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

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