Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
You better tell ya man with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look dice
But I'm through with all the talking to show all you niggaz
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 'bout it, any nigga it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street that's crowded
our hole and inside your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm out and I tend to agree
So you should watch 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, him, teared 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 pistols out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap click
Anyway, plus I got in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
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 thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't with, we got them guns like action 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 with
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas
at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol grip sound like

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

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll 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 and a 9 for you chumps
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 'bout
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
Till your crack, got the gat back like

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

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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