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 y'all 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

Bottom that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
you in the broad day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for 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 it's for me
So be what you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that oozy get to talking

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 just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

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

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

Now what, who want 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 lives made up, like ugly hoes make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the 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 getting me I'm landing
Peace to nick but my go

a medic, we gon' 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 really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you
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
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 with the amateurs, they too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound you hear in this song
My shotguns are and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always talking
squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the
My oozy got a roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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