Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about pistol playa, cold blooded killa
recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until look like dice
But I'm through all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

Bottom line that 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 chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I to agree
So you should what you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the
And that get to talking like

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, 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 pistols out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

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

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be
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 with the next clip, I'm the 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 long horns Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this
My pistol grip sound this

Now what, who want day fucked
When I and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly hoes with bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the tough nut
My wrist rocky Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a vest for ya
'Cause I know you marks planning on 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 tell your woman it's time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't 'bout fruit
pay your cab back with the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat like

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

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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