Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz 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 y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo through niggaz
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

line that mean 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 your chest, just for thinking rap
And tell that bitch thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm 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 get to talking like

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, 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 just me and my nuts, all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like came from IRAQ
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 I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil'
And I'm wavin' choppers like
You gon' need hella doctors 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 mess with, we got them guns like 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 shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect click
My pistol grip sound like

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

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your time on the
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got in my squad 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 back 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 calendar
I, do with the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the effects you hear in this song
My are cold and hard, but my desert is easy
And my are always talking about
Some squeeze me, me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the
My oozy got a roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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