Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

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

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
we took they 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 pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu
Yep we do shine, and they hate
But hated Jesus baby we won't 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 to the heart
Hollygrove from the
Don't Earhardt
where the ward I come from
One seven, one shot, never (blum blum)
Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, stand up nigga!

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

Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em you kill 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, find em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
I'm probably that syrup
Thinkin' I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' like a hip
He know I got the nina wit' the full clip
That's a somersault back full flip for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' this scene clean
hundred for the jeans stop playin'
Hundred for the glock 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, a jet black gat till the deck
Tell the mama to bury me with that, no
My hood 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 shot B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
we took they shit, now its time to floss

Fresh out the seat of the figgity phantom
The haters I 'em madder when I wave at 'em like what up?
If it about money I keep goin'
I try'na get that green, try'na mow my lawn
But fuck, them boys I got the on my arm
If them run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
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 the motherfuckin' block!
I'm a rock!
Hard body eagle seventeen shots
Night vision double-clip, hot beam, glat! Pop!
Drop little man
is not for little bitches you man or a fox
I'm in the drop, thinking of more money
money, young money
Take money, money.

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

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