Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

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

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

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

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold like 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 taking no more pictures, if you snap click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You gon' hella doctors when the glock go

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

Now what, who want they day
When I cock and load the cake, bust
Y'all play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the tough nut
My rocky like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a vest for ya
'Cause I know you marks on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
Bleedin' so you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for 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 niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout
I'll pay your cab back with the mack
your back crack, got the gat back like

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

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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