Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

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

Bottom line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, it
you in the broad day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm 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, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, beat him up, I 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 pistols out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of pistols
I point my gun at ya make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
You gon' need hella when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to 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 like bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a disrespect this click
My grip sound like this

Now what, who they 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 hoes make-up bra
shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My rocky like Sylvester Stallone
So for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to but my cannon go

a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and 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 the black mack
your back crack, got the gat back like

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

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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