Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Dem 9's

(Juicy J)
Yeah Juicy J in the house with my nigga motherfuckin' Pat
Lettin' you niggas know about
You what I'm sayin
We respect off in these motherfuckin' streets
right
Yeah motherfuckin'

x4
Who got dem 9's (Who got dem 9's)
Who got dem (Who dot dem techs)
yo motherfuckin' sett
To show you you got respect

(Juicy J)
We's creepin' through your
Makin' you hoe ass jump
With them doubts somebody shots
Got you
the cops
When the cops got on the scene all they heard was cries and
Triple 6 are mean
When they them triple beams
Seem to me you learn
So we to demonstrate
Motherfuck a case
Shot the off in his face
it hoe and be a man
Play the until the end
You was out claimin' killa
So to hell, your friends
All foes, I suppose
You I'ma let you live
No love never show
So not is what I give
Get off in these streets
Stayin' real, heat
Some don't wanna see me
Always out to creep
On the next, do I
With them techs, Let em'
Those with anna on chest
We make your blood spill
We for off in this shit
If you we gon' clown
Put a bullet in your
And lay body in the ground

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(Project Pat)
It's gangsta gangsta
Everybody wanna be a deals, a
Fire ya'll let and you gon' be a
In
Ghetto life is ghetto the blastin'
And askin', for that fuckin'
And I'm dashin', harrassin'
If you
then you the real one
I some
Niggas need to have a chat Nina, the enforcer
187 soldiers in this
I'll smother those who they bolder than no other
A buster gon' lose his fuckin' life up in the
I'll dusta gets upside your head
And your brizain's to pieces
And even if it's your to clock those glocks down
So out
Wasn't raised to be no hoe, I'm my glock down
And motherfuck
Cause it's on
it's murder
So go and get your toes and your
And serve ya
I urge ya, don't be at my face dog
the 9 r-e-s-p-e-c-t
Oh, you gon' me mine

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