Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

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

Bottom line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, it
you in the broad day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm out and I tend to agree
So you should watch you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that oozy get to like

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
him, man him, scarin' 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 pulling pistols out my
And throwing them bitches up 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 they came from
Artillery, it be I got all kinds of these pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers like
You need hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that be quick
20 over thurr, Tity thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't with, we got them guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to 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 grip like this

Now what, who want they day
When I cock and load the cake, bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my we come to spray 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 wrist rocky Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a 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' call yo ass a cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life maxi pad
So flip the script and tell woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my
But I got bananas for you and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the black
Till back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow 'em digest 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 the sound effects you hear in this song
My are cold and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are talking about
Some squeeze me, me
And for fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My oozy got a roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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