Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

from the full house to the raw house
To niggas tryin to rip my out
Try it now, nigga, your 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 water pistols, they shoot many missiles
And when I set em off, scar your bones to the grissle

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

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

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

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

Sick sin, my ink pen in the ring
Crown me king, I spit the eyes of a fiend
ice, I stole for the love of my wife
Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po me

Came home, of course as the king of my
Back to Roleys, back to smokin bones Coley
My demo was better than a lot of yall
Bed your ass, calm down, so let the gun go

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

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

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

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

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

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