Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about that playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the dealer
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going niggaz
DTP we ain't 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 street that's crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I to agree
So you should watch what you saying if it's for me
So be careful what you starting, let my do the walking
And oozy get to talking like

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, 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 this
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up like
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, could it be I got all of these pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You gon' need hella when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better your lip that text be quick
20 thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't with, we got them 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 having sex with
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
I cock and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all play 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 toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky like Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a vest for ya
'Cause I know you planning on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to nick but my 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 your woman 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 nicest one in my
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout
I'll pay cab back with the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat like

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

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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