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 long wrapping them up in tape
Me, I just sure they stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest shed a
Give em a gun, if I had two here
Two over there, fuck playin

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 nowhere

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit
Same bitch that to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a snotty
Was to die in a red beam
Never ask I need cash
Im a customer, I snatch your

Soldier, cross over, on my door
Wit Jehovah, huh, the populations over
Im causing retirements
'Cause you blast last when Im
in the blood you lyin in

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

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

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

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

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
I worked up and hugged her and told her that I loved her

Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the
me king, I spit through the eyes of a fiend
Golden ice, I 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 bones with Coley
My demo was better than a lot of records
Bed rocked your ass, down, so let the gun go

I some quick for dough
Hit em up fast, watched them die extra
I lock shop when I come with the blue 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 thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

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 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 it with my niggas from the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my drag-on
Yeah, thats how we doin it, like that for
In the 99