Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz my name, I dub the young dealer
You tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until look like dice
But I'm through with all the time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like going through niggaz
DTP we ain't 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 that's fully
Find our hole and inside your chest, for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got some big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to
So you should watch what you saying if it's for me
So be careful what you starting, let my do the walking
And that oozy get to talking

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, beat him up, I 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, all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got 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 be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like flicks
with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long like Texas bitch
at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol sound 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, ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky like Sylvester
So thurr for you should invest in a vest for ya
'Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm
Peace to nick but my go

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll a life 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 in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the black
Till your back crack, got the gat like

clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50
Yo futures not so good, tomorrow's not on your calendar
I, do with the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in song
My are cold and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always talking
squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the
My got a drum roll, it goes

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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