Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Guns

My homie's got way more kora than you
And you could try to roll up, just do what we do
And I ain't lyin', we got guns, we got ammo, we got
We trippin', we get sick for that Norwalk Click

They say they're for my life but it don't mean shit
I'm 'bout to show these levas the real meaning of
I keep my pistol loaded, 24/7
I got so much artillery, they call me

I'm livin' like a soldier, one suicidal
Leave 'em D.O.A ese, dead on
Never remorse 'cause that's the way I was taught
I'll take away your and with only one shot

Go and hit it, roll up, you should know to come
But don't let the name you, I got big, big guns
Puttin' in work but my to blame
'Cause all my family's Walkero, so I gangbang

My little homie's got way more than you
And you try to roll up, we'll just do what we do
And I ain't lyin', we got guns, we got ammo, we got
We ain't trippin', we get for that Norwalk Click

My homie's got way more kora than you
And you try to roll up, we'll just do what we do
And I lyin', we got guns, we got ammo, we got clips
We ain't trippin', we get sick for that Click

make me pull the trigger back while aiming at you
I bet a hydro shock bullet an end to our feud
I got a thick vendetta for my Walkeros
Smokin' all these levas, I'm smokin' the leno

When you could ask anybody 'cause they I'm legit
And Lil' Cuete talks about serio shit
I could rotten you in day or night like if it was
I keep a bullet in the chamber, pull the start dumpin'

And ese Cuete, he's somethin', you couldn't be
I got plenty and many 'stilos, that you see
And you could come and try to it but survival's a must
'Cause me and my know that you ain't fuckin' with us, what?

My little homie's got way more kora you
And you could try to up, we'll just do what we do
And I ain't lyin', we got guns, we got ammo, we got
We trippin', we get sick for that Norwalk Click

My little homie's got way more than you
And you could try to up, we'll just do what we do
And I lyin', we got guns, we got ammo, we got clips
We trippin', we get sick for that Norwalk Click

I'm a life, to be specific, it's yours
I got my soldiers strapped up and we're for war
We can go toe-to-toe or we all get down
I'm 'bout matching guns and going 'round for 'round

I've in crazier shit than dealing with you
got a million other cholos trying to get me too
It start with me, check my family line
I was brought up to be crazy and in the mind

Ain't no question about it, I represent I die
I got this music thing locked without even trying
I put that on my life, I won't settle for
Man, I'm a gangbang till the day they put me to rest, so

My little homie's got way more than you
And you could try to roll up, we'll do what we do
And I lyin', we got guns, we got ammo, we got clips
We ain't trippin', we get sick for that Click

My little homie's got way more kora you
And you could try to up, we'll just do what we do
And I ain't lyin', we got guns, we got ammo, we got
We trippin', we get sick for that Norwalk Click