Luyện nghe bài hát Shotgun Fire

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

Shit, make 'em believe in this
You can see I'm to lead my democracy
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 movin' keys of that B
My man caught 10, couldn't find the keys to the B
The rushed him, 2 keys 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 nigga you is a shotgun driver

to dump triggers, that shotgun fire
I ain't front nigga I shot some guys up
Didn't '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 cash we tally
Miami, Atlanta, fuck it we smash to
Back on L.A. Ave, you know the strip
Where Henny sip
Beef we let the rip

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm so
And do to Harlem-matics
My fame and still revolve wit' static
Still involve wit' savage types that move
365 all around set nite
I ain't the passive
On the where I crashed them nites
Blowin' hemp, movin' of white
days up in court
How I shaved to snort
Give that to the press or Mays in the source

Yes, since success it has
Since we, stepped up in game
And stepped up our game
No chef cuttin' cain
X'd up in they brain
Lemme sex up in the
So much princess in my chains

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

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