Luyện nghe bài hát Shotgun Fire

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

Shit, make 'em believe in this
You can see I'm to lead my democracy
To get and rip sleeve off of my city
And down, then try to breeze through the projects B
And how I in velocity
We up movin' keys of that knotty B
My man caught 10, couldn't find the to the lobby B
The boys rushed him, 2 of mahogany
In my you can't see me, not possibly
How we swoop up in Harlem, 20
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 I shot some guys up
kill 'em though, fuck 'em though
And they back to my block like riders
But I'm like, "Crouching Tiger", spin, roll, and fire
A fast retally, now it's we tally
Miami, Atlanta, it we smash to Cali
Back on L.A. Ave, you know the Lennox
they 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 wit' Dip-Set, I will on this .9

Mind on my money, my money on
Mind on my money, my money on
Mind on my money, my on mind
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 ya girl be found
How can a be drowned, how can a diamond not shine
Man I'm on my G mack, I scoop up dimes all the
They love my pimp juice, I let my loose
They get a glimpse, oo, some and cinch douche'
Scoop her feed her feed her shrimp
Mind her, brain fuck her
Mouth screw her 'til it hurt, uh,

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

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

I'm so
And do to Harlem-matics
My fame and fortune still revolve static
Still involve wit' savage types that move
365 all around set nite
I ain't the type
On the benches where I crashed them
hemp, movin' slabs of white
Spend days up in
How I shaved weight to
Give that to the press or Dave Mays in the

Yes, since success it has
Since we, up in this game
And stepped up wit' our
No more chef cain
Hoes X'd up in they
sex up in the Range
So much cuts 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 wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

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