Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold killa
Niggaz my name, I dub the young dealer
You better ya man that with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all shirts until y'all look like dice
But I'm through all the talking 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 spraying

Bottom line mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty 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 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 fuck 'em, '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 shawty is you a G or
Now it's me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing them up like Earl
the club, head 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 like 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 I'ma click
Anyway, I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You gon' need hella doctors the glock go

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

Now what, who want day fucked
When I cock and the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the 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 I'm landing
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 woman 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 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 futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your
I, do away the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the effects you hear in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my is easy
And my triggers are talking about
Some me, squeeze 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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