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 ya man that with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all like dice
But I'm through all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo through niggaz
DTP we ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, him, heat him up
him, take 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 me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all guns like they came 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 snap I'ma
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers like
You gon' hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, watch your lip that text be quick
20 thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like 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
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a disrespect this click
My grip sound like this

Now what, who they day fucked
When I and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff 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 like Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on getting me I'm landing
to nick but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the 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 crack, got the gat back like

clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound you hear in this song
My are cold and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always talking
Some me, squeeze 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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