Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

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

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

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

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, red corvette
red handkerchief, hangin' out the right side
Back jeans fallin', cover my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine, and they gon'
But they hated Jesus 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 Hollygrove to the
Hollygrove from the
Don't Earhardt
Boulevard the ward I come from
One seven, one shot, never (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 they
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

We won, we won
And then we that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
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, find em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
I'm probably drinkin' that
Thinkin' I won't slip, though I'm leanin' like a broke hip
He don't know I got the wit' the full clip
That's a somersault back spin flip for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until this clean
Twelve hundred for the stop playin'
Hundred for the glock in my pants
Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya
Knock the 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 getting kinda crazy I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause the O-G

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 shot B-B gun
And they lost, and they
Cause we took they shit, now its 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 I keep goin'
I try'na get that green, niggas mow my lawn
But fuck, them boys I got the on my arm
If them boys run up I leave their on the lawn
And duck the fuck out a there, baby its hot out there
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
vision double-clip, hot steady 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 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 shot B-B gun
And they lost, and they
we took they shit, now its time to floss