Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the dealer
You better tell ya man that the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like
But I'm through with all the talking to show 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 mean I'm 'bout it, any want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street that's crowded
Find our hole and your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm out and I tend to agree
So you should watch what you saying if it's for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the
And that oozy get to talking

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

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came IRAQ
Artillery, it be I got all kinds of these pistols
I point my gun at ya make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma
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 text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga this click
My pistol sound like this

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

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
Bleedin' so you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really 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 ain't talking 'bout
I'll pay your cab back with the mack
Till back crack, got the gat back like

clak clak
Swallow a make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, 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
Some me, squeeze me
And for fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My oozy got a roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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