Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about that playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the dealer
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to 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 spraying

Bottom that mean I'm 'bout 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 thinking rap
And tell that pretty bitch we got some pretty big gats
say I'm shot out and I tend to agree
So you should watch what you saying if 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, 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 just 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, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came from
Artillery, it be I got all kinds 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 bullets in the clip the size of Lil'
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
You gon' hella doctors when the glock go

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

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
lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake 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
Peace to nick but my go

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the one in my group
But I got bananas for you and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the mack
Till back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50
Yo not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your calendar
I, do with the amateurs, they 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 triggers are always talking
Some me, squeeze me
And for fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

They got no
They got no
They got no
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