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 dealer
You better tell ya man that with the I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white until y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo through niggaz
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

Bottom line 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, just for it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got some 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, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, him up
Bake him, him, beat 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
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

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

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that be quick
20 thurr, Tity 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 flex bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them horns like Texas bitch
at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol grip like this

Now what, who want they day
I cock and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray up
lives made up, like 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 planning on getting me when I'm
Peace to but my cannon go

a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really 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 niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout
I'll pay your cab back the black mack
Till back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not so good, tomorrow's not on your 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 talking
Some squeeze me, 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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