Luyện nghe bài hát Shotgun Fire

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

Shit, make 'em believe in prophecy
You can see I'm to lead my democracy
To get and rip sleeve off of my city
And slow down, then try to breeze the projects B
And how I in velocity
We came up movin' keys of knotty B
My man 10, couldn't find the keys to the lobby B
The boys rushed him, 2 keys of
In my you can't see me, not possibly
How we swoop up in Harlem, 20
When we mobbin' 40 troops if problems
'Cause 1 you know is a shotgun driver

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

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 on this .9

Mind on my money, my 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

And we world renowned 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 not shine
Man I'm on my G mack, I scoop up all the time
They love my pimp juice, I let my crimps
get a glimpse, oo, some went and cinch douche'
Scoop her feed her feed her soup
fuck her, brain fuck her
Mouth screw her 'til it hurt, uh,

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

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

Mind on my money, my on mind
Mind on my money, my money on
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 fortune still revolve static
Still involve wit' savage types move drugs
365 all around set every
I the passive type
On the benches where I them nites
hemp, movin' slabs of white
Spend up in court
How I shaved weight to
Give that to the press or Dave Mays in the

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

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 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 fuck wit' my paper, I'll on this .9