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 wrapping them up in duct
Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush
I the hardest shed a tear
Give 'em a gun, if I had two right
Two over there, playin' fair!
Y'all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to
just burn that up and get it outta here
Y'all y'all goin' from heaven to hell?
Y'all ain't goin'
But in the same town on the dirty ground
And I care how you livin' it up
I even got dead 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 is at the tip of the nose
it blows, y'all so-called-pimps die hoes
Don't bite rhymes or flows, air mark
Snap with a finger, have y'all in dead park

Anything that's 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 cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you spit mean?
Same bitch tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a scream
Was taught to die in a red
Never ask when I need
I'm a customer, I snatch your
Soldier, cross-over, knock on my
Wit' Jahovah, huh, know the population's
I'm early retirements
'cause you blast last I'm firing
Dyin' in the blood you in
Went the full house to the raw house
To niggas to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, blow jaw out
You don't my gun to go pow-pow
Well, I'ma have face 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
Only I knew how it was come
Put up in baby-mom, for your only son
I'm e'eryone

Anything dealin' with dough, we got that
back, hold 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 cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

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

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

Anything that's with 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

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