Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(Warren G)
C'mon (The Ryders)
on (Double R, baby)
Flame on, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon,

Aiyyo, y'all niggas too long wrapping them up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure they like crush grapes
I make the hardest shed a
'em a gun, if I had two right here
Two over there, fuck fair!
Y'all niggas like loose-leaf paper, to tear
just burn that up and get it outta here
Y'all think y'all goin' from to hell?
ain't goin' nowhere
But in the same town on the same ground
And I don't care how you it up
I got dead niggas shiverin' up
You can bet I come you up
Them niggas bust guns to make niggas run by
Me? I mine with one eye and one closed and focus
The one open is at the tip of the
it blows, y'all so-called-pimps die hoes
Don't bite rhymes or flows, just air
Snap with a finger, have y'all wanted in park

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

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

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think 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
I'm a customer, I your cream
Soldier, cross-over, on my door
Wit' Jahovah, huh, know the over
I'm early retirements
'cause you blast last when I'm
Dyin' in the blood you in
from the full house to the raw house
To niggas tryin' to rip my out
Try it now, nigga, your jaw out
You don't want my gun to go
Well, I'ma have your face the color
As a of a chow-chow, nigga
These water pistols- they shoot many missles
And I set 'em off, they scar your bones to the grissle
I knew how it was gonna come
Put up in your baby-mom, for your son
I'm takin'

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

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

Uh, I'm psychologically up, know the truth
See, I's sick, throwin' up and ?Gook?
POOF! Me gone, I pray for the death of my
Until I woked up and hugged her, and told her I loved her
sin, my ink pen stay in the ring
Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a
Golden ice, I stole for the love of my
Then she ran out and me, and po-po pump me
home, of course as the king of my throne
Back to Roley's, back to smokin' bones coley
My demo was better than a lot of records
Bed rocked your ass, 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 the blue tops
Smokin' a oo-whop, all glocks cocked

Anything that's dealin' dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

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

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

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See now, it go
got it
The East Coast West collabo
Warren G doin' it with my niggas from The Ryders
Eve, my Drag-On
Yeah, that's how we doin' it, like that for
In the '99