Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride wit' me heart
I'll fuck them niggas don't worry 'bout them
Its cash baby
You what I'm talkin' bout
Its the two

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

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

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, little red
Little red handkerchief, out the right side
Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu
Yep we do shine, and they gon'
But they hated baby we won't break
So we like four 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 from the
Don't cross
where the ward I come from
One seven, one shot, that (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 they lost, and lost
we took they shit, now its time to floss

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

Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em you kill 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, 'em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
I'm probably drinkin' syrup
Thinkin' I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' like a hip
He don't know I got the nina wit' the clip
That's a somersault spin full flip for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit
Miss I'm just bustin' until this scene clean
Twelve for the jeans stop playin'
Hundred dollars for the glock in my
Who the man? I am when I stand it pointed right at ya face
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 getting kinda crazy where I be
So with me 'cause he's the O-G

We won, we won
And then we shot B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
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 'em madder when I wave at 'em like what up?
If it ain't 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 their bodies on the lawn
And duck the fuck out a there, baby its hot out there
If this was a movie time to roll the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya is all over the motherfuckin' block!
I'm a rock!
Hard eagle street seventeen shots
Night vision double-clip, hot beam, glat! Pop!
Drop little man
This is not for little you man or a fox
I'm layin' in the drop, of more 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 we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
Cause we they shit, now its time to floss