Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded
Niggaz my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look dice
But I'm through with all the time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo through niggaz
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

Bottom line that mean I'm 'bout it, any want it, doubt it
Bust you in the day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I to agree
So you should watch what you if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my do the walking
And that oozy get to like

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, him, teared 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 me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And them bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came from
Artillery, it be I got all kinds of these pistols
I my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil'
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You gon' hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with
on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
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 they day fucked
When I and load the cake, bust 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 toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My rocky like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm
Peace to nick but my go

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a size maxi pad
So flip the script and your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for and a 9 for you chumps
Got in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the mack
Till your back crack, got the gat back

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

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
...