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 the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up white shirts until y'all look like dice
But I'm through all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm J-Lo going through niggaz
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

Bottom line that 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 your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got some big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I to agree
So you should watch what you if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the
And oozy get to talking like

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, '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 is you a G or what?
Now just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pistols 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 came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy 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 of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You need hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be
20 thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you mess 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 shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long horns Texas bitch
at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol sound like this

Now what, who want day fucked
I cock and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
shoot 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
I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to but my cannon 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 woman it's your time on the
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you
Got in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the black
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 breathing too
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 talking about
squeeze me, squeeze me
And for fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My oozy got a roll, it goes

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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