Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride wit' me sweet
I'll fuck them don't 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 they
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 they shit, now its to floss

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, red corvette
red handkerchief, hangin' out the right side
Back jeans fallin', cover my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine, and they hate
But hated Jesus baby we won't break
So we ride four Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no protectin' no
and heavy, Ocean eleven
Aviators, boat takers, so
No playas, I'm to the heart
Hollygrove from the
Don't cross
Boulevard where the 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 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 shot B-B gun
And they lost, and 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, leave 'em, they em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
I'm probably that syrup
Thinkin' I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' a broke hip
He don't know I got the nina wit' the clip
That's a somersault spin full flip for ya?
this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm 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 with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the brains the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I, strap a jet black gat till the
Tell the mama to bury me with that, no
My hood kinda crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause the O-G

We won, we won
And then we shot 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 they shit, now its time to floss

Fresh out the back seat of the phantom
The haters I make 'em madder I wave at 'em like what up?
If it ain't about money I 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, 'cause baby its hot out
If this was a movie it's time to the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya is all over the motherfuckin' block!
I'm a rock!
Hard body eagle street seventeen
Night vision double-clip, hot beam, glat! Pop!
Drop man drop
is not for little bitches you man or a fox
I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of money
money, young money
Take money, money.

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

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