Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about that playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm
I'll shoot up y'all 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 plying if you try to get our
A.K's get ta like

Bottom line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street that's crowded
Find our hole and your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to
So you should what you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful you starting, let my fingers 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, teared him, 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 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, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all gold like they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
I point my gun at ya homeboy ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no pictures, if you snap I'ma click
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, better watch your lip that be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, 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
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas
Look at my necklace, hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol grip sound like

Now what, who want day fucked
When I cock and load the cake, bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you invest in a vest for ya dome
'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 a life size maxi pad
So the script and tell your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really 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 niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout
I'll pay your cab back with the black
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, not on your calendar
I, do away the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my is easy
And my triggers are always about
Some squeeze me, me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

They got no
They got no
They got no
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