Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

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

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 lost
Cause we they shit, now its time to floss

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

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

Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em where you 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, find em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
I'm drinkin' that syrup
Thinkin' I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' like a hip
He don't know I got the nina wit' the full
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 for the glock in my pants
Who the I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the brains from the of ya neck for lack 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 me 'cause he's the O-G

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

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 money I keep goin'
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 their bodies on the lawn
And duck the fuck out a there, baby 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 over the 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 bitches you man or a fox
I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of more
Cash money, money
money, your money.

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