Luyện nghe bài hát Shotgun Fire

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

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

to dump triggers, that shotgun fire
I ain't gone front nigga I shot guys up
Didn't kill 'em though, 'em though
And they came back to my block like
But I'm like, "Crouching Tiger", spin, roll, and fire
A retally, now it's cash we tally
Miami, Atlanta, fuck it we to Cali
Back on L.A. Ave, you the Lennox strip
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 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 my paper, I'll press on this .9

And yeah we world renowned and I might twirl through
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 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 shrimp
fuck her, brain fuck her
Mouth screw her 'til it hurt, uh,

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

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

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

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

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