Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them that go

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

Bottom line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga it, doubt it
you in the broad day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to
So you should watch what you saying if intended for me
So be what you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that get to talking like

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing them bitches up like
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like came 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 taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
You need 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 flicks
with the next 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
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a disrespect this click
My pistol grip sound like

Now what, who want day fucked
When I cock and load the cake, bust
Y'all cowards play tough, and my we come to spray stuff up
Y'all made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky like Stallone
So for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm
to nick but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll a life size maxi pad
So the script 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 in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I talking 'bout fruit
pay your cab back with the black mack
Till your crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, not on your calendar
I, do with the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is
And my triggers are always talking
Some me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

They got no
They got no
They got no
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