Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about pistol playa, cold 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 all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going niggaz
DTP we ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

Bottom line that I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
you in the broad day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to
So you should what you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my do the walking
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
him, take 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 it's me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like came from IRAQ
Artillery, it be I got all kinds of these pistols
I point my gun at ya make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
You gon' need hella doctors when the go

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

Now what, who want day fucked
When I and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly hoes with bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake nut
My wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm
Peace to but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life size pad
So flip the script and tell woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for and a 9 for you chumps
Got in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat back

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not so good, tomorrow's not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you in this song
My shotguns are and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always about
Some squeeze me, me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My oozy got a roll, it goes

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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