Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz my name, I dub the young dealer
You tell 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 like J-Lo going through
DTP we ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

Bottom line that I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt 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 that pretty bitch thug 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 careful what you starting, let my fingers do the
And that oozy get to like

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, him, heat him up
him, take 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
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

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

Say on the set bitch, watch your lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them like action flicks
with the next 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 horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol sound like this

Now what, who want 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
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake nut
My wrist rocky like Sylvester
So for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you planning on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to nick but my go

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life size pad
So flip the script and your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
really 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 'bout fruit
I'll pay cab back with the black mack
Till your crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your
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 squeeze me, me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the
My got a drum roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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