Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, blooded killa
Niggaz my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that with the I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you
I 2-0, I'm J-Lo 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 it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the 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 pretty big
say I'm shot out and I tend to agree
So you should watch you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my do the walking
And oozy get to talking like

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, him, beat 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 out my stomach
And throwing them up like Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they 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 pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You gon' need hella doctors when the go

Say on the set bitch, better your 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 them guns like action
Reload the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this
My grip sound like this

Now what, who want they day
When I cock and load the cake, bust
Y'all play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake nut
My wrist rocky like Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a for ya dome
I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to 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 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 killaz in my squad and I'm the one in my group
But I got for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the mack
Till back 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 calendar
I, do away the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this
My shotguns are and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always about
Some me, squeeze me
And for fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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