Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, wit' me sweet heart
I'll fuck them don't even worry 'bout them
Its cash money
You know what I'm bout
Its the two

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

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, little red
Little red handkerchief, out the right side
pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine, and they gon'
But they hated Jesus 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
from the start
Don't cross
Boulevard where the ward I come
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 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 they lost, and lost
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 em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
I'm probably drinkin' that
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 out and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' this scene clean
Twelve for the jeans stop playin'
Hundred for the glock in my pants
Who the man? I am I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of
I, strap a jet black gat the deck
the mama to bury 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 we shot that 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
we took they shit, now its time to floss

Fresh out the back seat of the figgity
The haters I make 'em when I wave at 'em like what up?
If it ain't money I keep goin'
I get that green, niggas try'na 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 out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
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 vision double-clip, hot 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
Cash money, money
Take money, money.

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