Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about that playa, cold blooded killa
recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that with the I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all like dice
But I'm through with all the time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going niggaz
DTP we plying 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
Bust you in the broad day on the that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got some 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 you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that get to talking like

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, 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 just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this
I'm pistols out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
the club, head 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 guns they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Fate
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You gon' need hella doctors when the go

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

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

Fuck a medic, we call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your 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 for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
Till your crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em with a 50 caliber
Yo not looking 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 you hear in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is
And my triggers are always talking
squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My oozy got a drum roll, it

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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