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 shirts until y'all like dice
But I'm with all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going niggaz
DTP we ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

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

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, take him, beat him up, I I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's just me and my nuts, all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing them bitches up like
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 they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy ya own folks hit ya
And ain't no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the of Lil' Fate
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You gon' need hella when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better your lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no trick
Us you mess with, we got them guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex 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
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga this click
My pistol grip sound this

Now what, who want they day
When I cock and the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we to spray stuff up
Y'all made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks on getting 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 size maxi pad
So the script and tell your woman it's 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 one in my group
But I got bananas for you and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the black
your back crack, got the gat back like

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

They got no
They got no
got no nerve
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