Luyện nghe bài hát Shotgun Fire

Dip-Set, uh
Jones, Capo
nigga
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 my democracy
To get and rip sleeve off of my city
And down, then 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 find the to the lobby B
The rushed him, 2 keys of mahogany
In my life you can't see me, not
How we swoop up in Harlem, 20
we mobbin' 40 troops if it's 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
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 it's we tally
Miami, Atlanta, fuck it we smash to
Back on L.A. Ave, you know the Lennox
Where Henny sip
Beef we let the rip

Mind on my money, my money on
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 on mind
Mind on my money, my on mind
Mind on my money, my money on
You fuck my paper, I'll 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 loose
get a glimpse, oo, some went and cinch douche'
Scoop her feed her feed her shrimp
Mind fuck her, brain 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 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 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 money on
You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on .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, press on this .9

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

Yes, since it has changed
we, stepped up in this game
And up wit' our game
No more chef cain
X'd up in they brain
Lemme sex up in the
So much princess cuts in my

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