Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

[Chorus: P.
When them goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and sirens roar
get that money, and be out the door

[W.C.]
Racket, racket, out of the back end
at you, he throwin' the hot lead at you
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold
the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready to Die" for you got
Got a crew with killas behind me, I'm
I'm one of the big body, blowin' cushions you can find me
For figures, we bust triggers, who could fuck us?
Dub, E-40, Bearer, plus RZA
Stick you the Blade, we gots to get paid
And for the moolah, we intertwine French braids
And I fight the feeling like one way
When it comes down to this shit and gun play
For the loot, we compute it, quick to it
So hit the switch, blew it, and bang the music

P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
I don't care what it takes, we make it
They say the chains too for us to break it
Willing to do it takes for us to make it
And we can overcome we faced with
(We are soldiers all, down by honor we won't fall
all, all, all, all, all....)

[Christ
them guns go off, bitches hit the floor
Or then forty four gonna hit you, ho
I don't care it takes, I pull out a gear
Fuck the snakes, and Kurtis Blow The Breaks off
Murphy and the Petty Coat Junction
Get two thirty off the head with cold
jump when the AK bark
Crystal grip pump, the gun niggaz spark
You Niggaz ready for war
Been carryin' the world for so long, it ain't no more
And even the sirens roar, I taught the violence gore to start firing more
And when we run out of bullets, and you want static?
I the three eighty and pull out the automatic
We better get the money, for shootin' Mossbergs and
Niggaz ain't shit funny, it comes to a brawl
Suckin' Northstar, in
Guns go off, y'all know y'all

[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend Black)]
Willing to do what it takes for us to it
And we can overcome anything we with
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't
all, all, all, all, all....)

Look out peon, we of lost the battle, but we won the war
I a bullet, travel, bodies hit the floor
Can't be scared of your shadow, you have heart
Killas on my soil, will turn off the lights and
Get out the car, unlock, fill out the chopper and let it
Walk off like nothing happened, give a fuck a cop
you with the Blade, take off your toupee
Put my dirt in glocks, sometimes I do my dark in the day
My momma didn't raise no sick, she a beast
And I can't rest til my rest in peace
The bigger they are, the harder fall
Run up on me, I'ma knock the hell y'all
My back against the ball, strappin' and jackin', I'm puttin' on 'em
One hitter, quitter, bob & weavin', karate on 'em
on 'em, ran on 'em, and land on 'em
Put my on 'em, stand on 'em, because I can on 'em