Luyện nghe bài hát Shotgun Fire

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

Shit, make 'em in this prophecy
You can see I'm to lead my democracy
To get money and rip off of my city
And slow down, try to breeze 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 boys rushed him, 2 of mahogany
In my life you see me, not possibly
How we swoop up in Harlem, 20
When we mobbin' 40 troops if it's
'Cause 1 nigga you is a shotgun driver

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

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 press on this .9

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

And yeah we world renowned and I might twirl through
And in a Dip-Set 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 up dimes all the time
love my pimp juice, I let my crimps loose
They get a glimpse, oo, some went and douche'
Scoop her feed her feed her soup
Mind fuck her, brain her
Mouth screw her it hurt, uh, shit

She scream, "Do me it hurt", I'll have her that work
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 cash man, I swoop up and
Yeah, a trick and a bag bitch, two bricks and a bad
Shit, them bitches mackin', I'm as as maggot
But I don't fuck wit no bitch if she worth
No or no cabbage

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

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

I'm so
And do to servin'
My fame and fortune still wit' static
Still involve savage types that move drugs
365 all around set every
I the passive type
On the benches where I crashed nites
Blowin' hemp, movin' slabs of
Spend up in court
How I weight to snort
that to the press or Dave Mays in the source

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

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