Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride wit' me heart
fuck them niggas don't even worry 'bout them
Its cash money
You what I'm talkin' bout
Its the two

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 they
Cause we took shit, now its time to floss

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

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 we shot that 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 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they find em evening, sinkin'
I'm probably drinkin' syrup
Thinkin' I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' a broke hip
He don't know I got the nina wit' the full
a somersault back spin full flip for ya?
Push button, I flip out and hit something
Miss I'm just bustin' until this scene clean
Twelve for the jeans stop playin'
Hundred for the glock in my pants
Who the I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for of respect
I, strap a jet gat till the deck
Tell the mama to bury me that, no bullshitin'
My hood getting kinda where I be
So with me 'cause he's the O-G

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

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

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

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