Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride wit' me sweet
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 shot B-B gun
And they lost, and they
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 they shit, now its time to floss

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, red corvette
Little red handkerchief, hangin' out the side
pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine, and gon' hate
But they hated Jesus baby we won't
So we ride like Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no no comparing
Loc' and heavy, Ocean
Aviators, takers, so fackers
No playas, I'm to the heart
Hollygrove from the
cross Earhardt
Boulevard the ward I come from
One seven, one shot, never (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 lost, and they lost
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 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 full for ya?
this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until scene clean
Twelve hundred for the stop playin'
dollars for the glock in my pants
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, strap a jet black gat till the
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 we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and they
we took they shit, now its time to floss

Fresh out the back seat of the phantom
The haters I make 'em when I wave at 'em like what up?
If it ain't about I keep goin'
I try'na get that green, niggas try'na mow my
But fuck, them boys I got the on my arm
If boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
And duck the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out
If this was a movie time 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
Night double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop little man
This is not for bitches you man or a fox
I'm in the drop, thinking of more money
money, young money
Take money, money.

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

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