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 in this prophecy
You can see I'm tryin' to lead my
To get money and rip off of my city
And down, then try to breeze through the projects B
And how I in velocity
We came up movin' keys of that B
My man caught 10, couldn't find the 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 if it's problems
'Cause 1 nigga you know is a driver

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

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

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

And yeah we renowned and I might twirl through town
And in a Dip-Set mansion is 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
They my pimp juice, I let my crimps loose
They get a glimpse, oo, some and cinch douche'
Scoop her feed her feed her shrimp
Mind fuck her, fuck her
Mouth screw her it hurt, uh, shit

She scream, "Do me it hurt", have 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 and a bag bitch, two bricks and a bad bitch
Shit, bitches mackin', I'm as sick as maggot
But I don't wit no bitch 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 money on
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 on mind
You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on .9

I'm so
And do to Harlem-matics
My fame and fortune still wit' 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, movin' of white
Spend days up in
How I shaved weight to
Give that to the press or Dave in the source

Yes, success it has changed
Since we, up in this game
And stepped up wit' our
No more chef 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
on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on
You wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

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