Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better ya man that 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 time to show all you
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going niggaz
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

Bottom that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
you in the broad day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our and inside your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to
So you should watch you saying if it's intended for me
So be what you starting, let my fingers do the walking
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, him, heat him up
Bake him, him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or
Now it's me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And them bitches up like 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 guns like they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own hit ya
And taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You gon' need hella doctors 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 them guns action flicks
Reload the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect click
My pistol grip sound this

Now what, who want they day
When I cock and load the cake, bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray up
Y'all lives up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a for ya dome
'Cause I you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
to nick but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll a life size maxi pad
So the script and tell your 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 squad and I'm the one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout
I'll pay your cab back with the mack
Till your crack, got the gat back like

clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is
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

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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