Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about that playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the dealer
You better tell ya man that with the I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look 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 ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street that's crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for thinking rap
And tell that pretty bitch we got some pretty big gats
say I'm shot out and I tend to agree
So you watch what you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the
And that get to talking like

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab '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 shawty is you a G or
Now it's me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing them up like Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm text like 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 make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You gon' need hella doctors the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better your lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got 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 like Texas
Look at my necklace, hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol grip sound this

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

a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life size pad
So flip the script and tell your it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my
But I got for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
pay your cab back with the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat back

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest a 50 caliber
Yo futures not so good, tomorrow's not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too
leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my is easy
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

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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