Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them that go

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

Bottom line that I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
you in the broad day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our and inside your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch we got some pretty big gats
say I'm shot out and I tend to agree
So you should watch what you saying if intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the
And oozy get to talking like

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

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

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

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

Fuck a medic, we call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life size pad
So flip the script and your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't 'bout fruit
pay your cab back with the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat back

Clak clak
a hallow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your
I, do away the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my is easy
And my triggers are talking about
Some me, squeeze me
And for these 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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