Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all about pistol playa, cold 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 shirts until y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going niggaz
DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our
A.K's get ta spraying

Bottom line that mean I'm it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for it's rap
And that pretty bitch thug 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 careful you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And oozy 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, 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, all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
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 throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came 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 more pictures, if you snap I'ma
Anyway, plus I got in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers like
You need hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch 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 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 horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a disrespect this click
My pistol grip like this

Now what, who they day fucked
When I cock and load the cake, bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray up
lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky 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 need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your time on the
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my and I'm the nicest 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 your back crack, got the gat back

clak clak
Swallow a make 'em digest 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 song
My are cold and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always about
Some squeeze me, me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My oozy got a drum roll, it

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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