Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride me sweet heart
fuck them niggas don't 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 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 shit, now its time to floss

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, red corvette
Little red handkerchief, hangin' out the right
Back pocket 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
and heavy, Ocean eleven
Aviators, boat takers, so
No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the
Hollygrove the start
Don't Earhardt
where the ward I come from
One seven, one shot, that (blum blum)
Brrt Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap!
What the fuck, Hollygrove up nigga!

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

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 where you kill 'em
Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they find em evening, sinkin'
I'm probably that syrup
Thinkin' I won't slip, even I'm leanin' like a broke hip
He don't know I got the wit' the full clip
That's a somersault spin full flip for ya?
this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' this scene clean
Twelve hundred for the jeans stop
Hundred dollars for the glock in my
Who the I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for of respect
I, strap a jet black gat the deck
Tell the mama to bury me that, no bullshitin'
My hood kinda crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me he's the O-G

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 lost
Cause we took shit, now its time to floss

Fresh out the back seat of the figgity
The I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like what up?
If it ain't about money I goin'
I try'na get green, niggas try'na mow my lawn
But fuck, them I got the shottie on my arm
If them run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
And the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
If this was a movie 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
vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop little man
is not for little bitches you man or a fox
I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of more
Cash money, young
Take money, money.

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

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