Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load - Kurupt

2x
We won, we won
And we shot that BB 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, red corvette
Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right
Back jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed
Yep we do shine, and gon hate
But they Jesus baby we wont break
So we like 4 Pirellis
So secured no security, no protectin no
Lok and heavy, 11
Aviators, both tickers, so
No playas, Im Hollygrove to the
Hollygrove the start
cross Earhardt
Boulevard where the I come from
17, one shot, that (blum blum)
Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap!
What the fuck, stand up Nigga!

Get em get em Weezy hit em where you em easy
Sit em in the river, leave em, they find em evening, sinkin
Im drinkin that syrup
I wont slip, even though Im leanin like a broke hip
He know I got the nina wit the full clip
a somersault back spin full flip for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit
Miss nothin i'm just bustin until this scene
12 for the jeans stop playin
Hundred for the glock in my pants
Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed at ya face
the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I- a jet black gat til the deck
Tell the mama to me with that, No Bullshittin
My hood getting crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause the OG

Fresh out the back of the figgity phantom
The haters I make em mad em I wave at em like what up?!
If it about money I keep goin
I tryna get that green, tryna mow my lawn
But Fuck, boys 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, baby its hot out there
If this was a movie its to roll the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the block!
Im a rock!
Hard body street 17 shots
Night double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop man drop
is not for little bitches you man or a fox
Im layin in the drop, thinking of money
Cash money, young
Take money, money.