Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the dealer
You better tell ya man that the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going niggaz
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

Bottom that 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 bitch thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to
So you should watch what you saying if it's 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, him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or
Now just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

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 make ya own hit ya
And ain't taking no pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
You gon' need doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that be quick
20 over thurr, 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 nigga 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 like Texas
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this
My pistol sound like this

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

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
really 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 niggaz and I talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat back

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on calendar
I, do away the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound you hear in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my is easy
And my triggers are always about
squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these 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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