Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

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

[W.C.]
Racket, racket, comin' out of the end
Dead at you, he the hot lead at you
affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my killer
It's "Me Against the World" 2Pac
And Biggie, I'm "Ready to Die" for what you got
Got a crew killas behind me, I'm grimey
I'm one of the big body, cushions where you can find me
For figures, we bust triggers, who could with us?
Dub, E-40, Christ Bearer, RZA
Stick you with the Blade, we to get paid
And for the moolah, we intertwine French braids
And I can't the feeling like one way
it comes down to this gangsta shit and gun play
For the loot, we compute it, to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the

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

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

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

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