Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride wit' me heart
I'll fuck them don't even worry 'bout them
Its money baby
You what I'm talkin' bout
Its the two

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and they
Cause we took shit, now its time to floss

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
Cause we they shit, now its time to floss

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, red corvette
red handkerchief, hangin' out the right side
Back pocket jeans fallin', my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine, and they hate
But they hated Jesus baby we break
So we like four Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no no comparing
Loc' and heavy, eleven
Aviators, boat takers, so
No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the
from the start
Don't Earhardt
Boulevard where the ward I come
One seven, one shot, that (blum blum)
Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, stand up nigga!

We won, we won
And then we that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
Cause we took shit, now its time to floss

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and they
Cause we took they shit, now its to floss

Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em where you kill 'em
Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, find em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
I'm probably drinkin' that
Thinkin' I won't slip, even I'm leanin' like a broke hip
He don't know I got the nina wit' the clip
That's a somersault spin full flip for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until this scene
hundred for the jeans stop playin'
Hundred for the glock in my pants
Who the man? I am when I stand with it right at ya face
Knock the brains the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I, strap a jet gat till the deck
Tell the mama to bury me with that, no
My hood getting kinda crazy I be
So Ronie's with me he's the O-G

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and they
Cause we they shit, now its time to floss

We won, we won
And then we that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
we took they shit, now its time to floss

Fresh out the seat of the figgity phantom
The haters I make 'em madder I wave at 'em like what up?
If it ain't about I keep goin'
I get that green, niggas try'na mow my lawn
But fuck, them boys I got the on my arm
If them boys run up I leave their on the lawn
And duck the fuck out a there, baby its hot out there
If this was a it's time to roll the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya brains is all the motherfuckin' block!
I'm a rock!
Hard body eagle seventeen shots
Night vision double-clip, hot beam, glat! Pop!
little man drop
This is not for bitches you man or a fox
I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of more
Cash money, money
money, your money.

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

We won, we won
And then we that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
Cause we took shit, now its time to floss