Luyện nghe bài hát We Got This Locked

(featuring Bundles)

Budden]
Nah mean, niggaz (Joey!)
King of New (It's, it's)
It's (It's that On Top...)
Still talkin that shit...(We got locked, it's in the pocket)
Niggaz be cheatin and shit with their little bullshit (We got this
locked, in the pocket....Jerze!)
...I'm too, fuck it (Hold up...)

forreal chief, go ahead, get up out my grill piece
'fore you hear the gat hollerin' when I shoot the piece
emcee? That's a small thang (Why?)
I'm a christmas tree
I just there...and let my balls hang (Nigga!)
A few hatin' niggaz me in a cell y'all (Oh!)
Far as these rap go, I never felt y'all
Here's I'ma tell y'all (Tell 'em what nigga?)
I'm Randy Johnson, I from New York, but I'ma help y'all
Help the game, lock this in a noose (Nahhh!)
That a faggot, I don't rock with dude
what the glock'll do (It'll...)
It'll your 5 senses all chopped -n- screwed
Soon as it and shoot (With!)
Ice, Chanel, Girbauds, pipin' out cars (Oh!)
Planet niggaz, recyclin' their bars (But!)
Niggaz got ice in the don't wear it
With the snub on some Ying Yang shit, you hear it (Nigga!)

Bundles]
Yo...listen I got an for my mouth...
I been shot yet (Nahhh)
Swolderin' fever, and y'all get hot yet
Brand new that I ain't get rocked yet (Uh huh)
I'm still on the corner, I ain't sail on a yet (Forreal)
So my hunger is from what you expect
I'm morally extortin' niggaz, I'ma my respect
See they love to see you (So?)
So the plan is, drop Laurel record, take bitches (Right)
It's a world, these niggaz is bitches (Right)
I'm robbin' rap's bank, hand over the riches (Schieeeet!)
say stars are born and not made
Chain of command, are earned, they're not gave
Number one loyal to the 48th
Outshine the master and I'ma 'em like a slave (Schieeeet!)
The deserve awards
Say my name, you to get shot
You hard for yours....EHHHHH!