Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the dealer
You better tell ya man that the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up white shirts until y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you
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 that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
you in the broad day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, for thinking it's rap
And tell that bitch thug we got some 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
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 pulling out my stomach
And throwing them up like Earl
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

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

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be
20 over thurr, over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't with, we got them guns like action flicks
Reload the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga 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 like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga this click
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, ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks on getting me when I'm landing
to nick 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 it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you
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 with the black
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 about
Some me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My oozy got a roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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