Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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