Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the dealer
You better tell ya man that the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look dice
But I'm with all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

Bottom line mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
you in the broad day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our and inside your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch we got some pretty big gats
say I'm shot out and I tend to agree
So you should watch what you saying if it's for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the
And that get to talking like

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, him up
Bake him, him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all guns like they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy ya own folks hit ya
And taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers like
You gon' need doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with
on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them horns like Texas bitch
at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My grip sound like this

Now what, who want day fucked
When I cock and the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray up
Y'all made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a for ya dome
'Cause I you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to but my cannon go

a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the mack
Till your back crack, got the gat back

Clak clak
a hallow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not so good, tomorrow's not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my is easy
And my triggers are always about
Some me, squeeze me
And for fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My oozy got a roll, it goes

They got no
They got no
got no nerve
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