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 time to

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, little red
Little red handkerchief, out the right side
Back pocket fallin, Couple my evisu signed
Yep we do shine, and gon hate
But they hated Jesus we wont break
So we ride 4 Pirellis
So no security, no protectin no comparing
Lok and heavy, 11
Aviators, tickers, so figures
No playas, Im Hollygrove to the
Hollygrove the start
cross Earhardt
Boulevard where the I come from
17, one shot, that (blum blum)
Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, Hollygrove 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 probly drinkin that
Thinkin I slip, even though Im leanin like a broke hip
He dont know I got the nina wit the clip
Thats a somersault back spin flip for ya?
this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin i'm just bustin until this scene
12 hundred for the jeans playin
Hundred for the glock in my pants
Who the I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the brains from the 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 getting crazy where I be
So with me 'cause he's the OG

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