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

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

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

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think mean?
bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a scream
Was taught to die in a red
Never ask I need cash
I'm a customer, I snatch cream
Soldier, cross-over, on my door
Wit' Jahovah, huh, know the over
I'm early retirements
'cause you blast when I'm firing
Dyin' in the you lyin' in
Went from the house to the raw house
To tryin' to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, blow jaw out
You don't want my gun to go
Well, I'ma your face the same color
As a of a chow-chow, nigga
These ain't water pistols- they shoot many
And when I set 'em off, scar your bones to the grissle
Only I how it was gonna come
Put up in baby-mom, for your only son
I'm takin'

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

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

Uh, I'm fucked 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
Sick sin, my ink pen in the ring
Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a
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 of my throne
to Roley's, back to smokin' bones with coley
My demo was better than a lot of y'all
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 when I come through with the blue tops
a oo-whop, with all glocks cocked

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

Anything that's with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
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

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See now, it go
got it
The East Coast Coast collabo
Warren G doin' it with my from The Ruff Ryders
Eve, my nigga
Yeah, that's how we doin' it, like for y'all
In the '99