Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride wit' me sweet
I'll them niggas don't even worry 'bout them
Its money baby
You know I'm talkin' bout
Its the two

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and they
we took they shit, now its time to floss

We won, we won
And then we shot B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
we took they shit, now its time to floss

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, little red
Little red handkerchief, hangin' out the right
pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine, and gon' hate
But they hated Jesus we won't break
So we ride four Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no no comparing
Loc' and heavy, Ocean
Aviators, boat takers, so
No playas, I'm to the heart
Hollygrove from the
Don't cross
Boulevard where the ward I from
One seven, one shot, never (blum blum)
Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, Hollygrove up nigga!

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
Cause we they shit, now its time to floss

We won, we won
And then we that B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
Cause we took they shit, now its to floss

Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em you kill 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they find em tomorrow evening,
I'm drinkin' that syrup
Thinkin' I won't slip, even I'm leanin' like a broke hip
He don't know I got the wit' the full clip
That's a somersault spin full flip for ya?
Push this button, I out and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until this scene
Twelve for the jeans stop playin'
Hundred dollars for the glock in my
Who the I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I, strap a jet black gat till the
Tell the to bury me with that, no bullshitin'
My hood kinda crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause the O-G

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

We won, we won
And then we that B-B gun
And they lost, and they
we took they shit, now its time to floss

Fresh out the back seat of the phantom
The haters I make 'em madder I wave at 'em like what up?
If it ain't about money I keep
I try'na get that green, niggas mow my lawn
But fuck, boys I got the shottie on my arm
If boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
And duck the fuck out a there, baby its hot out there
If this was a movie time to roll the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya is all over the motherfuckin' block!
I'm a rock!
Hard body street seventeen shots
vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop man drop
This is not for bitches you man or a fox
I'm in the drop, thinking of more money
Cash money, young
money, your money.

We won, we won
And then we shot B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

We won, we won
And then we that B-B gun
And they lost, and they
Cause we they shit, now its time to floss