Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

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

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

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

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, little red
red handkerchief, hangin' out the right side
Back pocket fallin', cover my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine, and they hate
But they Jesus baby we won't break
So we like four Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no protectin' no
Loc' and heavy, eleven
Aviators, boat takers, so
No playas, I'm to the heart
from the start
Don't cross
Boulevard the ward 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 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 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, though I'm leanin' like a broke hip
He don't know I got the nina wit' the full
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 jeans playin'
dollars for the glock in my pants
Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed at ya face
Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of
I, a jet black gat till the deck
the mama to bury me with that, no bullshitin'
My hood getting crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me 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 then we that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
Cause we took they shit, now its to floss

Fresh out the back seat of the phantom
The haters I make 'em when I wave at 'em like what up?
If it about money I keep goin'
I try'na get that green, niggas try'na mow my
But fuck, them I got the shottie on my arm
If them boys run up I leave bodies on the lawn
And duck the out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
If this was a movie it's 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!
Drop man drop
This is not for bitches 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 lost, and they lost
Cause we took they shit, now its 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