Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, wit' me sweet heart
I'll fuck them niggas even worry 'bout them
Its cash baby
You know what I'm bout
Its the two

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

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, red corvette
Little red handkerchief, out the right side
Back pocket fallin', cover my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine, and they hate
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 the start
cross Earhardt
Boulevard where the ward I from
One seven, one shot, that (blum blum)
Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, Hollygrove up nigga!

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

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

Get 'em get 'em hit 'em where you kill 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they find em tomorrow evening,
I'm probably drinkin' syrup
Thinkin' I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' a broke hip
He know I got the nina wit' the full clip
That's a back spin full flip for ya?
Push this button, I out and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until this scene
Twelve hundred for the jeans stop
Hundred dollars for the 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 lack of
I, strap a jet black gat the deck
Tell the mama to me with that, no bullshitin'
My hood getting crazy where I be
So Ronie's me 'cause he's the O-G

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

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

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

We won, we won
And then we 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 lost
Cause we took they shit, now its to floss