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 just make they stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest shed a
Give em a gun, if I had two right
Two over there, fuck fair

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

But in the same town on the same dirty
And I dont care how you it up
I even got dead niggas up
You can bet, I diggin you up
Them bust 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 called die hoes
Dont bite or flows, just air mark
Snap a finger, have yall wanted in dead park

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

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

Soldier, cross over, knock on my
Wit Jehovah, huh, the populations over
Im early retirements
'Cause you blast last 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, blow jaw out
You dont 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 many missiles
And when I set em off, they scar your bones to the

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

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

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

sin, my ink pen stay in the ring
Crown me king, I through the eyes of a fiend
Golden ice, I for the love of my wife
she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump me

Came home, of course as the king of my
to Roleys, back to smokin 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 die extra slow
I lock when I come through with the blue tops
Smokin a ooh, whop, all glocks cocked

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

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

See now, it go, yall got it
The East Coast, West 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