Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
You better tell ya man that the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like
But I'm with all the talking time to show 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 that I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street fully crowded
Find our and inside your chest, just for thinking 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 watch what you saying if it's for me
So be careful you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that oozy get to like

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, 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 just me and my nuts, all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing them up like Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came from
Artillery, it be I got all kinds of these 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, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers like
You need hella doctors 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 mess with, we got them guns like flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long horns like bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this
My grip sound like this

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

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life size pad
So flip the and tell your woman it's your time 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 and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the black
Till your back crack, got the gat like

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

They got no
They got no
got no nerve
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