Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, wit' me sweet heart
I'll fuck niggas don't even worry 'bout them
Its money baby
You know what I'm bout
Its the two

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

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

22 old 17 war vet
in the fast-lane, little red corvette
Little red handkerchief, out the right side
Back jeans fallin', cover my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine, and they hate
But they hated Jesus baby we break
So we ride four Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no no comparing
and heavy, Ocean eleven
Aviators, boat takers, so
No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the
from the start
Don't cross
Boulevard the ward 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 they lost, and they
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

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

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 probably drinkin' syrup
Thinkin' I won't slip, though I'm leanin' like a broke hip
He know I got the nina wit' the full clip
That's a somersault back spin full for ya?
this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss I'm just bustin' until this scene clean
Twelve hundred for the jeans playin'
Hundred dollars for the glock in my
Who the man? I am when I stand with it right at ya face
Knock the brains from the back of ya for lack of respect
I, strap a jet gat till the deck
Tell the mama to bury me with that, no
My hood getting crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me he's the O-G

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

Fresh out the back of the figgity phantom
The haters I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like up?
If it ain't about I keep goin'
I try'na get that green, niggas mow my lawn
But fuck, them boys I got the on my arm
If them boys run up I leave their 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 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, of more money
Cash money, money
money, your money.

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

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