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 know what I'm talkin'
Its the two

We won, we won
And then we 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 lost
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 right
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 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
Don't cross
Boulevard where the I come from
One seven, one shot, never (blum blum)
Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, stand up nigga!

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

Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em where you kill 'em
Sit 'em in the river, 'em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
I'm probably drinkin' syrup
I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' like a broke hip
He don't know I got the nina wit' the clip
a somersault back spin full flip for ya?
Push button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until scene clean
Twelve hundred for the jeans stop
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 of ya neck for lack of respect
I, strap a jet black gat till the
Tell the mama to bury me that, no bullshitin'
My hood getting crazy where I be
So with me 'cause he's the O-G

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

Fresh out the back seat of the figgity
The haters I 'em madder when I wave at 'em like 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 bodies on the lawn
And duck the fuck out a there, 'cause its hot out there
If was a movie it's time 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 double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop man drop
This is not for little you man or a fox
I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of money
money, young money
Take money, money.

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 lost, and they lost
Cause we took they shit, now its time to