Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
You better tell ya man that with the I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until look like dice
But I'm through all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going niggaz
DTP we plying 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
Find our hole and inside chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got some big gats
say I'm shot out and I tend to agree
So you should what you saying if it's 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, him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, 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 this
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 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 these
I my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't no more 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 your lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, 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 flex bitch
on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a disrespect this click
My grip sound like this

Now what, who want they day
When I cock and load the cake, bust?
Y'all play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly with make-up bra
We'll you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My rocky like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks on getting me when I'm landing
to nick 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 the script and tell your woman 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 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 like

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