Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride wit' me sweet
I'll fuck them don't even worry 'bout them
Its money baby
You know what I'm talkin'
Its the two

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
we took they shit, now its time to floss

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, red corvette
Little red handkerchief, hangin' out the right
Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu
Yep we do shine, and they hate
But they Jesus baby we won't break
So we like four Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no protectin' no
Loc' and heavy, Ocean
Aviators, boat takers, so
No playas, I'm to the heart
Hollygrove from the
Don't Earhardt
Boulevard where the I come from
One seven, one shot, that (blum blum)
Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, stand up nigga!

We won, we won
And then we that B-B gun
And they lost, and they
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and they
we took they shit, now its time to floss

Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em you kill 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, find em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
I'm probably drinkin' that
I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' like a broke hip
He don't know I got the nina wit' the clip
That's a back spin full flip for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit
Miss nothin' I'm bustin' until this scene clean
Twelve for the jeans stop playin'
Hundred dollars for the in my pants
Who the I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I, strap a jet gat till the deck
Tell the mama to bury me with that, no
My hood kinda crazy where I be
So with me 'cause he's the O-G

We won, we won
And then we shot B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
Cause we they shit, now its time to floss

We won, we won
And then we that B-B gun
And they lost, and they
Cause we they shit, now its time to floss

Fresh out the back of the figgity phantom
The haters I make 'em when I wave at 'em like what up?
If it about money I keep goin'
I try'na get green, niggas try'na mow my lawn
But fuck, boys I got the shottie on my arm
If them boys run up I leave bodies on the lawn
And duck the fuck out a there, baby its hot out there
If this was a movie it's time to the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya brains is all the motherfuckin' block!
I'm a rock!
body eagle street seventeen shots
Night double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop little man
This is not for little you man or a fox
I'm layin' in the drop, of more money
Cash money, young
money, your money.

We won, we won
And then we shot B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
Cause we took shit, now its time to floss

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
Cause we took shit, now its time to floss