Luyện nghe bài hát Shotgun Fire

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

Shit, 'em believe in this prophecy
You can see I'm tryin' to my democracy
To get money and rip off of my city
And slow down, then try to breeze through the B
And how I speeds in
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 keys of
In my you can't see me, not possibly
How we up in Harlem, 20 Coupes
we mobbin' 40 troops if it's problems
'Cause 1 nigga you is a shotgun driver

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

on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on
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 press on .9

And yeah we world and I might twirl through town
And in a Dip-Set mansion is where ya girl be
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 juice, I let my crimps loose
They get a glimpse, oo, some and cinch douche'
her feed her feed her shrimp soup
Mind fuck her, brain her
Mouth screw her 'til it hurt, uh,

She scream, "Do me it hurt", I'll have her movin' that
I mean two of chirps up in her Dooney and Bourke
So it hurts, I mean I'm truly 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 as maggot
But I don't fuck wit no if she ain't worth
No or no cabbage

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

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' types that move drugs
365 all set every nite
I ain't the type
On the benches I crashed them nites
Blowin' hemp, slabs of white
Spend up in court
How I shaved to snort
Give to the press or Dave Mays in the source

Yes, success it has changed
we, stepped up in this game
And stepped up wit' our
No more cuttin' cain
Hoes X'd up in brain
Lemme sex up in the
So much princess cuts in my

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 on this .9