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 with the gages I'm
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like
But I'm through with all the talking time to all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through
DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our
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 fully
Find our hole and inside your chest, for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to
So you should what you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my do the walking
And that oozy get to like

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, beat him up, I 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 them bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all gold 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 ain't no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil'
And I'm wavin' choppers like
You need hella doctors when the glock go

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

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

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman 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 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 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
leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song
My shotguns are and hard, but my desert is easy
And my are always talking about
Some me, squeeze me
And for these fakers greezy, I'm starting the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

They got no
They got no
got no nerve
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