Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
recognize 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 y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you
I 2-0, I'm like 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 street that's fully
Find our hole and inside 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 to agree
So you should watch what you saying if it's for me
So be careful what you starting, let my do the walking
And that oozy get to talking

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, '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 just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this
I'm pistols out my stomach
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 text like a NBA ref
I got all guns like they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
I my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers like
You gon' need hella doctors when the go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that 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
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 in shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol grip like this

Now what, who want day fucked
When I cock and load the cake, bust
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray up
Y'all lives made up, ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the tough nut
My wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you invest in a vest 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 gon' call yo ass a cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life maxi pad
So flip the and tell your 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 killaz in my squad and I'm the one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't talking fruit
pay your cab back with the black mack
Till back crack, got the gat back like

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

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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