Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load - Kurupt

2x
We won, we won
And we shot that BB gun
And they lost, and lost
cause we took they shit, now its to floss

22 old 17 war vet
in the fast-lane, little red corvette
Little red handkerchief, out the right side
Back pocket fallin, Couple my evisu signed
Yep we do shine, and gon hate
But hated Jesus baby we wont break
So we ride like 4
So no security, no protectin no comparing
Lok and heavy, 11
Aviators, tickers, so figures
No playas, Im to the heart
from the start
Dont cross
where the ward I come from
17, one shot, that (blum blum)
Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, stand up Nigga!

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

Fresh out the back seat of the figgity
The haters I make em mad em when I wave at em like up?!
If it ain't money I keep goin
I tryna get that green, niggas mow my lawn
But Fuck, them boys I got the on my arm
If them boys run up I leave their on the lawn
And Duck the out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
If this was a its time to roll the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the block!
Im a rock!
Hard eagle street 17 shots
vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop little man
This is not for little you man or a fox
Im layin in the drop, thinking of money
Cash money, money
Take money, money.