Luyện nghe bài hát Shotgun Fire

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

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

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

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

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

She scream, "Do me it hurt", have her movin' that work
I mean two of chirps up in her Dooney and Bourke
So ruthless it hurts, I mean I'm bezerk
When I scoop up my 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 fuck wit no bitch if she ain't worth
No or no cabbage

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

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

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

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

on my money, my money 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

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