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 sure they stomp like crush
I the hardest shed a tear
Give em a gun, if I had two here
Two over there, fuck fair

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

But in the same town on the same ground
And I care how you livin it up
I got dead niggas shiverin up
You can bet, I diggin 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
When it blows, yall so pimps die hoes
Dont bite or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have wanted in dead park

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

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

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

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

Well, Ima have your the same color
As a tongue of a chow, chow,
These aint water pistols, they shoot 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

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

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

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

Sick sin, my ink pen in the ring
Crown me king, I spit the eyes of a fiend
Golden ice, I stole for the 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, to smokin bones with Coley
My demo was better than a lot of yall
Bed rocked your ass, down, so let the gun go

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

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

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

thats dealin 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

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