Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them that go

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

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

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
him, man him, scarin' him, teared 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 like
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
I my gun at ya homeboy make 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 size of Fate
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You gon' need hella doctors when the go

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

Now what, who want day fucked
I cock and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly hoes make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake nut
My wrist 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
to nick but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life 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 in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat like

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

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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