Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns 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 with the I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going niggaz
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, 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 it's me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, 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 guns like came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy ya own folks hit ya
And ain't no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil'
And I'm wavin' choppers like
You gon' need hella doctors the glock go

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

Now what, who they day fucked
When I and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then yo ass in the lake tough nut
My rocky like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a vest for ya
'Cause I know you marks planning on getting me I'm landing
to nick but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and your woman 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 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 mack
your back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on calendar
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 desert is
And my triggers are always talking
squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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