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 with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like
But I'm with all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like going through niggaz
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

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

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, '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 is you a G or what?
Now it's just me and my nuts, all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold like they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of pistols
I point my gun at ya make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no pictures, if you snap I'ma 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, watch your lip that text 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 nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and 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, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this
My pistol sound like this

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

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your 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 for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
pay your cab back with the black mack
Till your crack, got the gat back like

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

They got no
They got no
They got no
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