Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

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

Aiyyo, yall niggas take too wrapping them up in duct tape
Me, I just sure they stomp like crush grapes
I the hardest shed a tear
Give em a gun, if I had two here
Two over there, fuck playin

Yall niggas like leaf paper, easy to tear
just burn that up and get it outta here
Yall think, yall goin heaven to hell?
Yall aint nowhere

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you spit mean?
Same bitch that tried to put Irv teams
I had a snotty scream
Was taught to die in a red
Never ask when I cash
Im a customer, I snatch cream

Soldier, over, knock on my door
Wit Jehovah, huh, know the over
Im causing retirements
'Cause you blast when Im firing
Dyin in the you lyin in

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

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

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

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

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

Uh, Im psychologically up, know the truth
See, Is sick, up henny and [unverified] gook
Poof, me gone, I pray for the death of my
Until I worked up and hugged her and told her I loved her

Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the
Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a
ice, I stole for the love of my wife
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 than a lot of yall records
Bed your ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I murdered quick for dough
Hit em up fast, watched them die slow
I lock shop when I come through with the tops
Smokin a ooh, whop, with all cocked

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

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

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

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

See now, it go, yall got it
The East Coast, Coast collabo
G doin it with my niggas from the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my drag-on
Yeah, thats how we doin it, that for yall
In the 99