Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz my name, I dub the young dealer
You tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like
But I'm through with all the time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going niggaz
DTP we ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
him, man him, scarin' 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 me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up like
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came from
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the of Lil' Fate
And I'm choppers like helicopters
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 thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got guns like action 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 bullet in shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this
My grip sound like this

Now what, who they day fucked
When I cock and load the cake, bust?
cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a vest for ya
'Cause I know you marks planning on 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 need a life maxi pad
So flip the script and your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's 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 and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay cab back with the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat like

clak clak
Swallow a hallow 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, not on your calendar
I, do away the amateurs, they 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 are always talking about
Some squeeze me, me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the
My got a drum roll, it goes

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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