Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load - Kurupt

2x
We won, we won
And then we shot BB gun
And they lost, and lost
cause we took they shit, now its to floss

22 old 17 war vet
in the fast-lane, little red corvette
Little red handkerchief, out the right side
Back pocket jeans fallin, Couple my signed
Yep we do shine, and gon hate
But they hated baby we wont break
So we ride like 4
So secured no security, no protectin no
Lok and heavy, 11
Aviators, tickers, so figures
No playas, Im to the heart
from the start
Dont cross
where the ward I come from
17, one shot, never (blum blum)
Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap!
the fuck, Hollygrove stand up Nigga!

Get em get em Weezy hit em where you kill em
Sit em in the river, leave em, they find em evening, sinkin
Im probly that syrup
Thinkin I wont slip, even though Im like a broke hip
He dont know I got the wit the full clip
Thats a somersault back full flip for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit
Miss nothin i'm just until this scene clean
12 hundred for the stop playin
Hundred dollars for the in my pants
Who the I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for of respect
I- strap a jet black gat til the
Tell the mama to me with that, No Bullshittin
My getting kinda crazy where I be
So with me 'cause he's the OG

Fresh out the back of the figgity phantom
The haters I em mad em when I wave at em like what up?!
If it ain't money I keep goin
I tryna get that green, niggas mow my lawn
But Fuck, boys I got the shottie on my arm
If them boys run up I leave their on the lawn
And Duck the out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
If this was a movie its time to the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya brains is all the motherfuckin block!
Im a rock!
Hard body street 17 shots
Night double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop little man
This is not for bitches you man or a fox
Im layin in the drop, thinking of money
Cash money, young
money, your money.