Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride me sweet heart
I'll fuck them 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 lost
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 they shit, now its time to floss

22 old 17 war vet
in the fast-lane, little red corvette
Little red handkerchief, hangin' out the right
Back pocket jeans fallin', my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine, and they gon'
But they hated Jesus we won't break
So we like four Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no no comparing
Loc' and heavy, Ocean
Aviators, boat takers, so
No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the
Hollygrove the start
cross Earhardt
Boulevard the ward I come from
One seven, one shot, that (blum blum)
Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, stand up nigga!

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

Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em you kill 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, 'em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
I'm probably drinkin' that
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 back full flip for ya?
this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until this clean
hundred for the jeans stop playin'
Hundred dollars for the glock in my
Who the I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I, strap a jet gat till the deck
Tell the mama to bury me that, no bullshitin'
My hood getting kinda crazy I be
So Ronie's with me he's the O-G

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 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 figgity
The haters I make 'em madder I wave at 'em like what up?
If it ain't about money I keep
I try'na get that green, niggas try'na mow my
But fuck, them boys I got the on my arm
If them boys run up I leave their on the lawn
And the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
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 body eagle street shots
Night double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop little man
This is not for little you man or a fox
I'm in the drop, thinking of more money
Cash money, young
money, your money.

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

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