Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold killa
recognize my name, I dub the young 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 through all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through
DTP we ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or
Now it's just me and my nuts, all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Fate
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You gon' hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better your 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 flicks
with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm sex with shit
Put a in shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol sound like this

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

Fuck a medic, we call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's 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 the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat back

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

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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