Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, blooded killa
Niggaz my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm
I'll shoot up y'all shirts until y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm J-Lo going through niggaz
DTP we ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for thinking rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big
Chaka say I'm shot out and I to agree
So you should watch what you if it's intended for me
So be what you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that oozy get to 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, take him, 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, all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing them up like Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a 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 kinds of pistols
I point my gun at ya make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers 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 over thurr, no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got guns 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 sex with shit
Put a bullet in it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this
My pistol grip like this

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

Fuck a medic, we call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard need 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 really looking for and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't talking fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
your back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
a hallow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not so good, tomorrow's not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is
And my triggers are talking about
squeeze me, squeeze 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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