Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them that go

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

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

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, 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 pistols out my stomach
And throwing bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

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

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

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

Fuck a medic, we call yo ass a taxi cab
so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the mack
Till your crack, got the gat back like

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

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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