Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, yall take too long wrapping them up in duct tape
Me, I just make they stomp like crush grapes
I make the shed a tear
em a gun, if I had two right here
Two over there, playin fair

Yall niggas like loose leaf paper, easy to
Drag just burn that up and get it outta
Yall think, yall goin from to hell?
Yall aint goin

But in the same town on the dirty ground
And I dont care how you it up
I even got dead niggas up
You can bet, I diggin you up
Them niggas guns just to make niggas run by me

I squeeze with one eye and one closed and focus
The one open is at the tip of the
When it blows, yall so called die hoes
Dont rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have yall wanted in park

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the you think spit mean?
Same bitch that to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a scream
Was to die in a red beam
ask when I need cash
Im a customer, I snatch cream

Soldier, over, knock on my door
Wit Jehovah, huh, know the over
Im early retirements
'Cause you last when Im firing
Dyin in the blood you in

Went the full house to the raw house
To niggas tryin to rip my out
Try it now, nigga, your jaw out
You dont my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have your face the color
As a of a chow, chow, nigga
These aint pistols, they shoot many missiles
And when I set em off, they scar your to the grissle

Only I how it was gonna come
Put up in your baby mom, for only son
Im takin

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Uh, Im psychologically fucked up, know the
See, Is sick, throwin up henny and gook
Poof, me gone, I pray for the of my mother
Until I worked up and hugged her and told her that I her

Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the
Crown me king, I spit through the of a fiend
Golden ice, I stole for the love of my
Then she ran out and dumped me, and pump me

home, of course as the king of my throne
Back to Roleys, back to smokin bones with
My demo was better a lot of yall records
Bed rocked your ass, down, so let the gun go

I murdered some for dough
Hit em up fast, watched them die extra
I lock shop when I come through with the blue
Smokin a ooh, whop, with all glocks

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

See now, it go, yall got it
The Coast, West Coast collabo
Warren G doin it with my niggas from the Ruff
Eve, my nigga
Yeah, thats how we doin it, like for yall
In the 99