Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride wit' me heart
I'll fuck them niggas even worry 'bout them
Its money baby
You what I'm talkin' bout
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 we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
we took they shit, now its time to floss

22 old 17 war vet
in the fast-lane, little red corvette
Little red handkerchief, hangin' out the side
Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my sign
Yep we do shine, and they gon'
But they hated Jesus baby we won't
So we ride like Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no protectin' no
Loc' and heavy, Ocean
Aviators, takers, so fackers
No playas, I'm to the heart
Hollygrove the start
Don't cross
Boulevard the ward I come from
One seven, one shot, never (blum blum)
Brrt Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap!
What the fuck, Hollygrove up nigga!

We won, we won
And then we that B-B gun
And they lost, and 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 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' that
Thinkin' I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' like a hip
He don't know I got the wit' the full clip
That's a somersault back spin full for ya?
Push this button, I out and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until scene clean
Twelve hundred for the jeans playin'
Hundred dollars for the in my pants
Who the man? I am when I stand with it right at ya face
Knock the from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I, strap a jet gat till the deck
Tell the to bury me with that, no bullshitin'
My hood getting kinda where I be
So Ronie's me 'cause he's the O-G

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

Fresh out the back of the figgity phantom
The I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like what up?
If it about money I keep goin'
I try'na get that green, niggas 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 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 brains is all over the block!
I'm a rock!
Hard body eagle street shots
vision double-clip, hot steady 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
Cash money, young
money, your money.

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

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