Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the dealer
You better ya man that with the gages I'm nice
shoot up y'all white shirts 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 ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

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

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn '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 just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this
I'm pistols out my stomach
And throwing bitches up like 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 gold like they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
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, I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
You gon' need hella when the glock go

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

Now what, who they day fucked
I cock and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to 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 like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a vest for ya
'Cause I you marks planning on getting me when 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 the script and tell your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's looking for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't talking fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
your 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 your
I, do away the amateurs, they breathing too long
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 about
squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these fakers greezy, I'm starting the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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