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 tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white until y'all look like dice
But I'm through all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo through niggaz
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
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 that's crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for thinking rap
And tell that pretty 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 what you starting, let my do the walking
And oozy 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, 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 me and my nuts, that's 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 a pearl handle

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like came from 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 I'ma
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Fate
And I'm choppers 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 over thurr, ain't no exit
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action
Reload with the clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long horns like bitch
at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol grip sound like

Now what, who want day fucked
I cock and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly hoes with bra
We'll you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky Sylvester Stallone
So for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
to nick but my cannon 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 tell your woman it's your on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for 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 and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
Till your crack, got the gat back like

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

They got no
They got no
got no nerve
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