Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

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

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, 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 just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And them bitches up like Earl
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I point my gun at ya make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
You need hella doctors when the glock go

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

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

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life size pad
So flip the script and tell your it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the 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 black
Till your back crack, got the gat like

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

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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