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 tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like
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 your chest, just for it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got pretty big gats
say I'm shot out and I tend to agree
So you watch what you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the
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
Bake him, him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's just me and my nuts, all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came from
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma
Anyway, I got bullets in the clip 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 over thurr, Luda 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 wrong to flex with bitch
on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long horns Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this
My grip sound like this

Now what, who they day fucked
I cock and load 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 you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky like Sylvester
So for you should 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' yo ass a taxi cab
so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the and tell your 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 killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the mack
your back crack, got the gat back like

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