Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride wit' me sweet
I'll fuck them don't even worry 'bout them
Its money baby
You know I'm talkin' 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 time to

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
in the fast-lane, little red corvette
Little red handkerchief, hangin' out the side
Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu
Yep we do shine, and gon' hate
But they hated baby we won't break
So we ride four Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no no comparing
Loc' and heavy, Ocean
Aviators, boat takers, so
No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the
from the start
Don't Earhardt
Boulevard where the ward I from
One seven, one shot, that (blum blum)
Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap 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 lost
we took they shit, now its time to floss

Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em you kill 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they find em evening, sinkin'
I'm drinkin' that syrup
Thinkin' I slip, even 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?
this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until this clean
hundred for the jeans stop playin'
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 back of ya neck for lack of
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 they lost, and lost
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

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

Fresh out the seat of the figgity phantom
The I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like what up?
If it ain't money I keep goin'
I try'na get green, niggas try'na mow my lawn
But fuck, them boys I got the on my arm
If them run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
And duck the fuck out a there, 'cause 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 the motherfuckin' block!
I'm a rock!
Hard body eagle street seventeen
vision 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, of more money
Cash money, money
money, your money.

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

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