Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all about that playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm
I'll shoot up white shirts until y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through
DTP we plying 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
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 pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm out and I tend to agree
So you should watch what you saying if 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, 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 it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing them bitches up like
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm throwing text 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 I'ma click
Anyway, I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
You need hella doctors when the glock go

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

Now what, who want they day
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 with make-up bra
shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should in a vest for ya dome
I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to nick but my go

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's time 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 nicest one in my
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't talking fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat like

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

They got no
They got no
got no nerve
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