Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride wit' me heart
I'll fuck them niggas even worry 'bout them
Its cash baby
You know what I'm talkin'
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 that B-B gun
And they lost, and they
Cause we they shit, now its time to floss

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, red corvette
Little red handkerchief, out the right side
Back pocket jeans fallin', my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine, and they hate
But they hated Jesus baby we break
So we ride like four
So secured, no security, no protectin' no
and heavy, Ocean eleven
Aviators, boat takers, so
No playas, I'm to the heart
Hollygrove from the
cross Earhardt
Boulevard where the I come from
One seven, one shot, never (blum blum)
Brrt Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap!
the fuck, Hollygrove stand up nigga!

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

We won, we won
And then we that B-B gun
And lost, and they 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 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 clip
That's a somersault back spin flip for ya?
Push this button, I out and hit something
Miss I'm just bustin' until this scene clean
Twelve for the jeans stop playin'
Hundred dollars for the glock in my
Who the man? I am when I with it pointed right at ya face
the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I, a jet black gat till the deck
Tell the to bury me with that, no bullshitin'
My getting kinda crazy where I be
So with me 'cause he's the O-G

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

Fresh out the back seat of the figgity
The haters I make 'em madder when I at 'em like what up?
If it about money I keep goin'
I try'na get green, niggas 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 out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
If this was a 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
vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop man drop
This is not for little you man or a fox
I'm layin' in the drop, of more money
money, young money
Take money, money.

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

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