Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load - Kurupt

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

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

Get em get em Weezy hit em you kill em easy
Sit em in the river, leave em, they em tomorrow evening, sinkin
Im probly that syrup
Thinkin I wont slip, even 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 hundred for the jeans stop
Hundred 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 of ya neck for lack of respect
I- strap a jet black gat til the
Tell the to bury me with that, No Bullshittin
My hood getting kinda crazy I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause the OG

Fresh out the back seat of the 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, niggas mow my lawn
But Fuck, them boys I got the on my arm
If them run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
And Duck the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out
If was a movie 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 vision double-clip, hot beam, glat! Pop!
Drop man drop
This is not for little you man or a fox
Im layin in the drop, thinking of money
money, young money
Take money, money.