Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all like dice
But I'm through all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm J-Lo going through niggaz
DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our
A.K's get ta like

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, beat him up, I I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's just me and my nuts, all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came from
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
I point my gun at ya make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil'
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You need hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better your lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no trick
Us you don't mess with, we got guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with
Come on and this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a disrespect this click
My pistol grip sound like

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

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

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is
And my triggers are always about
Some squeeze me, me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My oozy got a drum roll, it

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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