Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about that playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the dealer
You better tell ya man that the gages I'm nice
shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like 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 like

Bottom line mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for it's rap
And that pretty bitch thug we got some 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 oozy get to like

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn '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 is you a G or what?
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this
I'm pistols out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold like they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
I my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And taking no more pictures, if you snap 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, watch your lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you mess with, we got them guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long horns like bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a disrespect this click
My pistol grip like this

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

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your time on the
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 talking 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 with the amateurs, they breathing too long
leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song
My are cold and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always about
Some me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My oozy got a drum roll, it

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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