Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that 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 until y'all look dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like going through niggaz
DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our
A.K's get ta like

Bottom line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga it, doubt it
Bust you in the day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch we got some pretty big gats
say I'm shot out and I tend to agree
So you watch what you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my do the walking
And that oozy get to talking

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, him, teared him, heat him up
him, take 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 world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

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 taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers like
You gon' need doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you mess with, we got them guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this
My pistol grip sound this

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

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman your 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 one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't 'bout fruit
pay your cab back with the black mack
Till your crack, got the gat back like

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

They got no
They got no
got no nerve
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