Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride wit' me heart
I'll fuck them niggas even worry 'bout them
Its cash money
You what I'm talkin' bout
Its the two

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

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

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

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

Get 'em get 'em hit 'em where you kill 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they find em evening, sinkin'
I'm probably drinkin' that
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 spin flip for ya?
Push button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until this scene
Twelve for the jeans stop playin'
Hundred dollars for the glock in my
Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya
Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for of respect
I, strap a jet gat till the deck
Tell the to bury me with that, no bullshitin'
My hood getting 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
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
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

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 green, niggas try'na mow my lawn
But fuck, them boys I got the on my arm
If them boys run up I leave bodies on the lawn
And duck the fuck out a there, baby its hot out there
If this was a movie it's 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!
Drop man drop
is not for little bitches you man or a fox
I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of more
Cash money, young
money, your money.

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

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