Luyện nghe bài hát Shotgun Fire

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

Shit, make 'em in this 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 speeds in
We came up movin' of that knotty B
My man caught 10, couldn't the keys to the lobby B
The rushed him, 2 keys of mahogany
In my life you see me, not possibly
How we up in Harlem, 20 Coupes
When we mobbin' 40 if it's problems
'Cause 1 you know is a shotgun driver

Ready to triggers, that shotgun fire
I ain't gone front nigga I some guys up
kill 'em though, fuck 'em though
And they came back to my block riders
But I'm like, "Crouching Tiger", spin, roll, and fire
A retally, now it's cash we tally
Miami, Atlanta, it we smash to Cali
Back on L.A. Ave, you know the strip
they Henny sip
Beef we let the rip

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm so
And do to servin'
My fame and fortune still revolve static
involve wit' savage types that move drugs
365 all around set every
I ain't the passive
On the benches I crashed them nites
Blowin' hemp, movin' slabs of
Spend up in court
How I shaved weight to
Give that to the press or Dave in the source

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

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

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