Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

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

Bottom that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the that's fully crowded
Find our hole and your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that bitch thug 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 talking

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, '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 it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in world
I'm pulling pistols out my
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 like a NBA ref
I got all gold like they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma
Anyway, plus I got in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
You gon' need doctors when the glock go

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

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

Fuck a medic, we call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman 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 nicest one in my
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 like

clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, breathing too long
leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song
My shotguns are and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are 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
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