Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about that playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz my name, I dub the young dealer
You better ya man that with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white until y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through
DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our
A.K's get ta like

Bottom line mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
you in the broad day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to
So you watch what you saying if it's intended for me
So be what you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that oozy get to talking

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, him, heat him up
Bake him, him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came IRAQ
Artillery, it be I got all kinds of these pistols
I point my gun at ya make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You gon' need doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong to flex with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long horns Texas bitch
at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol sound like this

Now what, who want they day
When I cock and the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on me when I'm landing
to nick but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life size pad
So flip the script and tell your woman your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's looking for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't talking fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the mack
Till back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not so good, tomorrow's not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too
I'll leave 'em coughing the sound effects you hear in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my is easy
And my are always talking about
squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
...