Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

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

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

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn '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 is you a G or what?
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this
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 like a NBA ref
I got all gold like they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
I my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You need hella doctors 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 like flicks
Reload the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm 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 like

Now what, who want day fucked
I cock and load the cake, bust 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 tough nut
My rocky like Sylvester Stallone
So for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to nick but my go

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the black
Till your back crack, got the gat back

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

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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