Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, blooded killa
recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man with the gages I'm nice
I'll up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going niggaz
DTP we ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

line that mean I'm 'bout 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 bitch thug we got pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I to agree
So you should what you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that oozy get to like

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, beat him up, I I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing bitches up like Earl
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
I point my gun at ya homeboy ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap click
Anyway, I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers like
You gon' need doctors when the glock go

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

Now what, who they day fucked
When I cock and the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly hoes make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake nut
My wrist rocky like Sylvester
So thurr for you should invest in a vest for ya
'Cause I know you planning on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to nick but my go

Fuck a medic, we call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life maxi pad
So the script and tell your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's looking for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
Till back crack, got the gat back like

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

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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