Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

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

Bottom line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the 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 tend to
So you should watch what you saying if it's for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the
And that oozy get to like

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, him up
him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And them bitches up like Earl
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
I point my gun at ya homeboy 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 helicopters
You gon' need hella 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 with, we got them guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the nigga to flex with bitch
on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this
My pistol grip like this

Now what, who they day fucked
When I cock and load the cake, 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 you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on me when I'm landing
Peace to but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the and tell 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 killaz in my squad and I'm the one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back the black mack
your back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest a 50 caliber
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 sound effects you hear in this
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my is easy
And my triggers are talking about
Some squeeze me, me
And for these fakers greezy, I'm starting the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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