Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about that playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
You better tell ya man with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all like dice
But I'm with all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling 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 like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap click
Anyway, plus I got in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You gon' hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like flicks
Reload 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 in shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol grip sound like

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

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

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em with a 50 caliber
Yo not looking 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 are cold and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always talking
Some squeeze me, me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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