Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride me sweet heart
I'll fuck them niggas even worry 'bout them
Its cash baby
You know I'm talkin' bout
Its the two

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 lost
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, red corvette
red handkerchief, hangin' out the right side
Back pocket fallin', cover my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine, and they gon'
But they Jesus baby we won't break
So we ride like four
So secured, no security, no protectin' no
and heavy, Ocean eleven
Aviators, takers, so fackers
No playas, I'm to the heart
Hollygrove from the
Don't Earhardt
where the ward I come 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 shot B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

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

Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em where you '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 like a broke hip
He don't know I got the nina the full clip
That's a somersault back full flip for ya?
this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm just until this scene clean
Twelve hundred for the jeans stop
dollars for the glock in my pants
Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya
Knock the brains the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I, strap a jet black gat till the
Tell the mama to me with that, no bullshitin'
My hood getting kinda crazy I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause the O-G

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

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

Fresh out the back of the figgity phantom
The I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like what up?
If it ain't about money I keep
I try'na get green, niggas try'na mow my lawn
But fuck, them I got the shottie on my arm
If boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
And the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
If this was a movie it's time to the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya brains is all the motherfuckin' block!
I'm a rock!
Hard body eagle seventeen shots
Night 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 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 took they shit, now its time to