Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, blooded killa
Niggaz my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up white shirts until 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 it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street that's crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for thinking rap
And tell that pretty thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to
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, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, him up
Bake him, take him, beat him up, I I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or
Now it's me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing them up like Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came from
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own hit ya
And taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil'
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You gon' hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to with bitch
on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a bullet in it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol sound like this

Now what, who they 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 made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then yo ass in the lake tough nut
My rocky like Sylvester Stallone
So for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on me when I'm landing
Peace to but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
Bleedin' so hard need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your it's your time on the month
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 nicest one in my
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't talking fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat like

clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, not on your calendar
I, do with the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my is easy
And my triggers are always talking
Some squeeze me, me
And for these talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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