Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got guns that go

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

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
him, man him, scarin' 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 shawty is you a G or
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing them up like Earl
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all guns like they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the of Lil' Fate
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You gon' need hella doctors when the go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex shit
Put a bullet in it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this
My pistol sound like this

Now what, who they day fucked
When I and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly hoes make-up bra
shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky like Sylvester
So thurr for you should invest in a vest for ya
'Cause I know you marks planning on me when I'm landing
to nick but my cannon go

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

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

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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