Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load - Kurupt

2x
We won, we won
And we shot that BB gun
And lost, and they lost
cause we took they shit, now its to floss

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, red corvette
Little red handkerchief, hangin out the side
Back pocket jeans fallin, my evisu signed
Yep we do shine, and gon hate
But they hated baby we wont break
So we ride 4 Pirellis
So secured no security, no no comparing
Lok and heavy, 11
Aviators, tickers, so figures
No playas, Im Hollygrove to the
Hollygrove the start
cross Earhardt
Boulevard the ward I come from
17, one shot, never (blum blum)
Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, Hollygrove up Nigga!

Get em get em Weezy hit em you kill em easy
Sit em in the river, leave em, they find em evening, sinkin
Im drinkin that syrup
Thinkin I wont slip, even though Im like a broke hip
He dont know I got the nina wit the full
Thats a somersault spin full flip for ya?
this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin i'm bustin until this scene clean
12 hundred for the jeans playin
Hundred dollars for the glock in my
Who the man? I am I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the brains from the of ya neck for lack of respect
I- a jet black gat til the deck
the mama to bury me with that, No Bullshittin
My getting kinda crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause the OG

Fresh out the back seat of the phantom
The haters I em mad em when I wave at em like what up?!
If it ain't about money I keep
I get that green, niggas tryna mow my lawn
But Fuck, boys I got the shottie on my arm
If boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
And Duck the out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
If was a movie its time to roll the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya is all over the motherfuckin block!
Im a rock!
Hard body eagle 17 shots
vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop man drop
This is not for little you man or a fox
Im layin in the drop, thinking of more
Cash money, money
Take money, money.