Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride me sweet heart
I'll fuck them niggas don't even 'bout them
Its cash baby
You know what I'm talkin'
Its the two

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

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, red corvette
red handkerchief, hangin' out the right side
Back jeans fallin', cover my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine, and they gon'
But they hated baby we won't break
So we like four Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no protectin' no
Loc' and heavy, Ocean
Aviators, boat takers, so
No playas, I'm to the heart
Hollygrove the start
cross Earhardt
Boulevard the ward I come from
One seven, one shot, never (blum blum)
Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, Hollygrove up nigga!

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

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
Cause we they shit, now its time 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, even though I'm leanin' a broke hip
He don't know I got the wit' the full clip
That's a somersault spin full flip for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit
Miss I'm just bustin' until this scene clean
hundred for the jeans stop playin'
Hundred dollars for the in my pants
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, strap a jet gat till the deck
Tell the mama to bury me with that, no
My getting kinda crazy where I be
So Ronie's me 'cause he's the O-G

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

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

Fresh out the back seat of the phantom
The haters I make 'em when I wave at 'em like what up?
If it ain't about money I keep
I try'na get that green, niggas mow my lawn
But fuck, them 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 its hot out there
If this was a movie it's time to the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya brains is all the motherfuckin' block!
I'm a rock!
Hard body eagle street seventeen
Night double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
little man drop
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 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 lost, and they lost
we took they shit, now its time to floss