Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about 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 look like dice
But I'm through all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like going through niggaz
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

Bottom line 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 thinking rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm out and I tend to agree
So you watch what 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, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, him, teared him, heat 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 this
I'm pistols out my stomach
And them bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all gold 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 ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma
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 your lip that be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't with, we got them 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 with
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect click
My pistol grip like this

Now what, who want they day
When I cock and the cake, bust bust?
cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like hoes with make-up bra
We'll you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My rocky like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you invest 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 you'll 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 looking for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back the black mack
your back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your
I, do away with the amateurs, breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound you hear in this song
My are cold and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are 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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