Luyện nghe bài hát Shotgun Fire

Dip-Set, uh
Jones, Status
nigga
You the streets is what it is nigga
Watch ya step and ya moves

Shit, make 'em believe in prophecy
You can see I'm tryin' to lead my
To get money and rip sleeve off of my
And slow down, then try to through the projects B
And how I in velocity
We up movin' keys of that knotty B
My man caught 10, couldn't the keys to the lobby B
The boys rushed him, 2 of mahogany
In my you can't see me, not possibly
How we up in Harlem, 20 Coupes
When we mobbin' 40 troops if problems
'Cause 1 nigga you is a shotgun driver

Ready to dump triggers, shotgun fire
I gone front nigga I shot some guys up
kill 'em though, fuck 'em though
And they came back to my like riders
But I'm like, "Crouching Tiger", spin, roll, and fire
A fast retally, now it's cash we
Miami, Atlanta, fuck it we to Cali
Back on L.A. Ave, you know the Lennox
Where Henny sip
we let the semi rip

Mind on my money, my on mind
on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my on mind
You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I press on this .9

Mind on my money, my money on
on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my on mind
You wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9

And yeah we world renowned and I might twirl town
And in a Dip-Set mansion is ya girl be found
How can a pearl be drowned, how can a diamond not
Man I'm on my G mack, I up dimes all the time
They love my pimp juice, I let my loose
get a glimpse, oo, some went and cinch douche'
Scoop her her feed her shrimp soup
fuck her, brain fuck her
Mouth screw her 'til it hurt, uh,

She scream, "Do me it hurt", I'll have her that work
I two of them chirps up in her Dooney and Bourke
So it hurts, I mean I'm truly bezerk
When I up my cash man, I swoop up and murk
Yeah, a trick and a bag bitch, two and a bad bitch
Shit, them bitches mackin', I'm as sick as
But I don't fuck wit no if she ain't worth
No or no cabbage

on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my on mind
Mind on my money, my money on
You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I press on this .9

on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on
on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' my paper, press on this .9

I'm so
And do to servin'
My fame and fortune still revolve static
Still involve wit' savage that move drugs
365 all around set nite
I ain't the type
On the benches where I them nites
Blowin' hemp, movin' slabs of
Spend days up in
How I weight to snort
Give that to the or Dave Mays in the source

Yes, since success it has
we, stepped up in this game
And stepped up our game
No more chef cuttin'
Hoes X'd up in they
sex up in the Range
So much cuts in my chains

Mind on my money, my money on
Mind on my money, my on mind
Mind on my money, my money on
You wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my on mind
Mind on my money, my on mind
You fuck my paper, I'll press on this .9