Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
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 with all the talking time to show all you niggaz
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 I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty 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 get to talking like

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, 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, all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of pistols
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 clip the size of Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
You gon' need doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, watch your lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action
Reload the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
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, maybe hit a nigga disrespect 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 stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky like Sylvester
So thurr for you should in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on me when I'm landing
Peace to but my cannon go

a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your time on the
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 niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout
I'll pay your cab back the black mack
Till back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, they too long
I'll 'em coughing like 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 squeeze me, me
And for these fakers greezy, I'm starting the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

They got no
They got no
got no nerve
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