Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride me sweet heart
I'll fuck them niggas don't worry 'bout them
Its cash baby
You know what I'm bout
Its the two

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

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

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, red corvette
red handkerchief, hangin' out the right side
Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my sign
Yep we do shine, and they gon'
But they Jesus baby we won't break
So we ride four Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no protectin' no
Loc' and heavy, eleven
Aviators, takers, so fackers
No playas, I'm to the heart
Hollygrove from the
Don't cross
where the ward I come from
One seven, one shot, never (blum blum)
Brrt Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap!
What the fuck, Hollygrove up nigga!

We won, we won
And then we 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 they lost, and lost
Cause we they shit, now its time to floss

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

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

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

Fresh out the back seat of the figgity
The haters I 'em madder when I wave at 'em like what up?
If it ain't about money I goin'
I get that green, niggas try'na mow my lawn
But fuck, boys I got the shottie on my arm
If them boys run up I their bodies on the lawn
And duck the fuck out a there, baby its hot out there
If this was a movie it's time to the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the block!
I'm a rock!
Hard body eagle street 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
money, young money
Take money, money.

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

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