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 stomp like crush
I make the hardest a tear
Give 'em a gun, if I had two here
Two there, fuck playin' fair!
Y'all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to
just burn that up and get it outta here
Y'all think y'all goin' from to hell?
Y'all ain't goin'
But in the same town on the same dirty
And I care how you livin' it up
I got dead niggas shiverin' up
You can bet I diggin' you up
niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine one eye and one closed and focus
The one is at the tip of the nose
When it blows, y'all so-called-pimps die
Don't rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have wanted in dead park

Anything dealin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all y'all cowards have 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

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think mean?
Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti
Since I had a scream
Was taught to die in a red
ask when I need cash
I'm a customer, I snatch your
Soldier, cross-over, knock on my
Wit' Jahovah, huh, know the over
I'm causing early
'cause you last when I'm firing
in the blood you lyin' in
Went from the full house to the raw
To niggas to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, blow jaw out
You want my gun to go pow-pow
Well, I'ma have your the same color
As a tongue of a chow-chow,
These water pistols- they shoot many missles
And when I set 'em off, they scar bones to the grissle
I knew how it was gonna come
Put up in your baby-mom, for your son
I'm e'eryone

Anything that's with 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

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

Uh, I'm psychologically fucked up, the truth
See, I's sick, up Henny and ?Gook?
POOF! Me gone, I for the death of my mother
Until I woked up and hugged her, and her that I loved her
Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the
Crown me king, I through the eyes of a fiend
ice, I stole for the love of my wife
Then she ran out and me, and po-po pump me
Came home, of as the king of my throne
Back to Roley's, back to smokin' bones with
My demo was better a lot of y'all records
Bed rocked ass, calm down, so let the gun go
I murdered quick for dough
Hit 'em up fast, them die extra slow
I lock shop when I come through the blue tops
Smokin' a oo-whop, with all cocked

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

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

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

Anything dealin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all y'all cowards have 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 it with my niggas from The Ruff Ryders
Eve, my Drag-On
Yeah, that's how we doin' it, that for y'all
In the '99