Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the dealer
You better tell ya man with the gages I'm nice
I'll up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm J-Lo going through niggaz
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, 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 just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing them bitches up like
Serving the club, 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, it be I got all kinds of these pistols
I my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers like
You gon' need hella when the glock go

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

Now what, who want they day
When I and load the cake, bust 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 Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a vest for ya
'Cause I you marks planning 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 you'll need a life size maxi pad
So the script and tell your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
really 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 niggaz and I talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the black
Till your crack, got the gat back like

clak clak
Swallow a make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your
I, do away with the amateurs, they too long
leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my is easy
And my are always talking about
Some squeeze me, me
And for these talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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