Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

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

We won, we won
And then we 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 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 pocket jeans fallin', cover my sign
Yep we do shine, and they gon'
But they hated Jesus baby we break
So we like 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
from the start
Don't cross
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 then we 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 shot B-B gun
And they lost, and they
we took they shit, now its time to floss

Get 'em get 'em hit 'em where you kill 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
I'm probably drinkin' 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 spin full flip for ya?
this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until this clean
Twelve hundred for the jeans stop
Hundred for the glock in my pants
Who the man? I am when I stand it pointed right at ya face
Knock the brains from the of ya neck for lack of respect
I, strap a jet black gat till the
Tell the to bury me with that, no bullshitin'
My hood kinda crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause 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 then we that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

Fresh out the seat of the figgity phantom
The haters I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em what up?
If it about money I keep goin'
I try'na get green, niggas try'na 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, baby its hot out there
If this was a it's time to roll the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya is all over the motherfuckin' block!
I'm a rock!
body eagle street seventeen shots
Night vision double-clip, hot beam, glat! Pop!
little man drop
This is not for little you man or a fox
I'm in the drop, thinking of more money
Cash money, money
Take money, money.

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
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