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 sure they stomp like crush
I make the hardest shed a
Give 'em a gun, if I had two here
Two over there, fuck fair!
Y'all niggas like loose-leaf paper, to tear
Drag just burn up and get it outta here
Y'all think goin' from heaven to hell?
Y'all ain't nowhere
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 diggin' you up
Them bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one 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 dead

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

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think mean?
Same that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a snotty
Was taught to die in a red
Never ask when I cash
I'm a customer, I snatch cream
Soldier, cross-over, on my door
Wit' Jahovah, huh, know the over
I'm early retirements
you blast last when I'm firing
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 want my gun to go pow-pow
Well, I'ma have your face the color
As a of a chow-chow, nigga
These ain't water they shoot many missles
And when I set 'em off, they scar your to the grissle
Only I knew how it was gonna
Put up in your baby-mom, for only son
I'm takin'

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

Uh, I'm psychologically fucked up, the truth
See, I's sick, up Henny and ?Gook?
POOF! Me gone, I pray for the death of my
Until I woked up and hugged her, and told her that I 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
home, of course as the king of my throne
Back to Roley's, back to bones with coley
My demo was better than a lot of 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 when I come through the blue tops
Smokin' a oo-whop, with all glocks

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
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 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 your life, we

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

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