Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

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

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

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, little red
red handkerchief, hangin' out the right side
Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu
Yep we do shine, and gon' hate
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, takers, so fackers
No playas, I'm to the heart
Hollygrove from the
cross Earhardt
Boulevard where the ward I 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 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 they
Cause we took they shit, now its to floss

Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em you kill 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they find em tomorrow evening,
I'm probably drinkin' that
Thinkin' I won't slip, even 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 out and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm just until this scene clean
Twelve hundred for the jeans playin'
Hundred dollars for the glock in my
Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed 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 mama to bury me 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 then we 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 they lost, and they
we took they shit, now its time to floss

Fresh out the seat of the figgity phantom
The haters I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like up?
If it ain't money I keep goin'
I try'na get that green, try'na mow my lawn
But fuck, them I got the shottie on my arm
If them boys run up I leave their on the lawn
And duck the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out
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 street seventeen shots
Night double-clip, hot steady 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, money
Take money, 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 they lost, and they
Cause we took shit, now its time to floss