Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded
recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up white shirts until y'all look like dice
But I'm with all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like 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 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
say I'm shot out and I tend to agree
So you should watch you saying if it's intended for me
So be what you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that oozy get to talking

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, him up
Bake him, take him, beat him up, I 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 world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

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 point my gun at ya make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You gon' hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit
Us you don't mess with, we got them like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the 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 horns like Texas bitch
at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga 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 tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly hoes with bra
shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a for ya dome
I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to nick but my go

a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard 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 looking for and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my
But I got for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
your back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
a hallow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
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 sound you hear in this song
My shotguns are and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are talking about
Some squeeze me, me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My oozy got a drum roll, it

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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