Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
You better tell ya man that the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts 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 plying if you try to get our
A.K's get ta spraying

Bottom line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street that's crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for thinking rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to
So you should watch what you saying if intended for me
So be what you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And oozy get to talking 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, him, beat 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 just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this
I'm pistols 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 guns 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 taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers like
You gon' need hella doctors the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, 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 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 horns Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol grip sound this

Now what, who want they day
When I cock and the cake, bust bust?
Y'all play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake nut
My wrist rocky like Sylvester
So thurr for you should in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm
to nick but my cannon 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 Heaven and a 9 for you
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my
But I got bananas for you and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
your back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your
I, do away with the amateurs, breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you 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 talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My oozy got a drum roll, it

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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