Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

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

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

22 old 17 war vet
in the fast-lane, little red corvette
Little red handkerchief, hangin' out the right
Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu
Yep we do shine, and they hate
But they hated Jesus baby we 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
from the start
Don't cross
Boulevard where the I come from
One seven, one shot, that (blum blum)
Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, stand up nigga!

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

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

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

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

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

Fresh out the back seat of the phantom
The haters I 'em madder when I wave at 'em like what up?
If it about money I keep goin'
I try'na get that green, try'na mow my lawn
But fuck, them 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, 'cause its hot out there
If this was a it's time to roll the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the block!
I'm a rock!
Hard body eagle seventeen shots
Night vision double-clip, hot beam, glat! Pop!
Drop man drop
This is not for little you man or a fox
I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of more
money, young money
Take money, money.

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

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