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 up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest a tear
Give 'em a gun, if I had two here
Two over there, fuck fair!
Y'all niggas like paper, easy to tear
just burn that up and get it outta here
Y'all think y'all from heaven to hell?
Y'all goin' nowhere
But in the same town on the same ground
And I don't how you livin' it up
I even got niggas shiverin' up
You can bet I diggin' you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and
The one is at the tip of the nose
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 that's dealin' 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 that's dealin' with dough, we got
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all y'all cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

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

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

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

Uh, I'm fucked up, know the truth
See, I's sick, throwin' up Henny and
POOF! Me gone, I pray for the of my mother
Until I woked up and hugged her, and told her that I her
Sick sin, my ink pen in the ring
Crown me king, I spit the eyes of a fiend
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 ass, calm down, so let the gun go
I murdered some quick for
Hit 'em up fast, watched them die slow
I lock shop when I come through with the blue
Smokin' a oo-whop, with all glocks

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

Anything that's with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position 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 Coast West Coast collabo
Warren G doin' it with my niggas from The Ryders
Eve, my Drag-On
Yeah, how we doin' it, like that for y'all
In the '99