Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load - Kurupt

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

22 old 17 war vet
in the fast-lane, little red corvette
Little red handkerchief, hangin out the side
pocket jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed
Yep we do shine, and gon hate
But hated Jesus baby we wont break
So we like 4 Pirellis
So no security, no protectin no comparing
Lok and heavy, 11
Aviators, tickers, so figures
No playas, Im Hollygrove to the
from the start
Dont cross
Boulevard the ward I come from
17, one shot, never (blum blum)
Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap!
the fuck, Hollygrove stand up Nigga!

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

Fresh out the back of the figgity phantom
The haters I em mad em when 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 boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
And Duck the out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
If this was a movie its to roll the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya is all over the motherfuckin block!
Im a rock!
Hard body eagle street 17
vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop little man
This is not for bitches you man or a fox
Im layin in the drop, of more money
Cash money, young
money, your money.