Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride wit' me heart
I'll fuck them don't even worry 'bout them
Its cash money
You what I'm talkin' bout
Its the two

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

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

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, little red
red handkerchief, hangin' out the right side
Back jeans fallin', cover my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine, and they hate
But hated Jesus baby we won't break
So we ride four Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no no comparing
Loc' and heavy, eleven
Aviators, takers, so fackers
No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the
Hollygrove from the
Don't cross
Boulevard where the ward I from
One seven, one shot, that (blum blum)
Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, stand up nigga!

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
we took 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 hit 'em where 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 though I'm leanin' a broke hip
He don't I got the nina wit' the full clip
a somersault back spin full flip for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until this scene
Twelve hundred for the jeans stop
Hundred dollars for the in my pants
Who the man? I am when I with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the brains from the of ya neck for lack of respect
I, strap a jet gat till the deck
Tell the mama to me with that, no bullshitin'
My getting kinda crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause the O-G

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

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

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

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

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