Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
You better ya man that with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all 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

line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street that's fully
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 should watch you saying if it's 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, him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, 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, that's all I got in this
I'm pistols out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

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

Say on the set bitch, better watch 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 guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long like Texas bitch
at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol sound like this

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 up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky like Sylvester
So thurr for you should in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on getting me I'm landing
to nick but my cannon go

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

Clak clak
a hallow make '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 leave 'em coughing like the effects you hear in this song
My are cold and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always talking
squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My oozy got a roll, it goes

They got no
They got no
They got no
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