Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
You tell ya man that with 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 going 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 that's crowded
Find our hole and inside chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I to agree
So you should watch what you saying if it's for me
So be careful you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And oozy get to talking like

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, him up
him, take 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 world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing them bitches up Earl
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

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

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that be quick
20 over thurr, Tity thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex 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 this click
My pistol grip sound like

Now what, who want they day
I cock and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards 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 wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a for ya dome
'Cause I you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
to nick but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your time on the
A.K. 47 for the
Who's looking for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back the black 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 with the amateurs, breathing too long
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
Some squeeze me, me
And for these fakers greezy, I'm starting the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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