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 side
pocket jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed
Yep we do shine, and gon hate
But they hated baby we wont break
So we like 4 Pirellis
So no security, no protectin no comparing
Lok and heavy, 11
Aviators, both tickers, so
No playas, Im Hollygrove to the
Hollygrove the start
Dont cross
Boulevard the ward I come from
17, one shot, that (blum blum)
Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap!
What the fuck, Hollygrove up Nigga!

Get em get em Weezy hit em you kill em easy
Sit em in the river, em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin
Im probly that syrup
Thinkin I slip, even though Im leanin like a broke hip
He dont know I got the nina wit the full
Thats a somersault spin full flip for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit
Miss nothin i'm just until this scene clean
12 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 from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I- strap a jet black gat til the
the mama to bury me with that, No Bullshittin
My hood kinda crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause the OG

Fresh out the back seat of the phantom
The haters I make em mad em when I at em like what up?!
If it ain't about money I keep
I get that green, niggas tryna mow my lawn
But Fuck, boys I got the shottie on my arm
If them boys run up I leave bodies 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!
body eagle street 17 shots
Night double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
little man drop
This is not for bitches you man or a fox
Im layin in the drop, of more money
money, young money
Take money, money.