Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Weapons

Now little got a gun he got from the store
He bought it the money he got from his chores
He robbed a candy shop, her, Lay down on the floor
Put the cookies in the bag, take the out the drawer

Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels
To kill the infidels and the American
A on his waist, a mask on his face
Prays five times a day and listens to heavy

Little Alex got a gun he took his dad
That he in the school is his black book bag
His black polish, black boots and black hat
He gon' blow the bully that just pushed his ass

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I killed man today
Shot him in his as he ran away
I blew up his house wit a hand grenade
Cut his throat as she put her hands to pray

five more dogs, then we can get a soccer ball"
That's what my say
How old? I'm like ten, eleven
Been fightin' I was like six or seven

Now I don't know much where I'm from
But I know I fear everywhere I come
Government want me so I wear my gun
I really the rocket launcher but I'm still too young

This candy give me not to fear no one
To feel no pain and hear no
So I hear no screams and I no tear
If I'm in your dreams, then your end is near, you

Little weapon, weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you
There's a war, if the guns are just too for you
We'll find you small to use
weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow

Little

Now here comes the of the boy brigade
A parade of the toys he made
And in shades, who look half his age
About half the size of the flags they

And suits made to fit youths
'Cause the one off of dead hang a lil' loose
AK-47s that they shootin' into heaven
Like they kill a Jetson that struggles little recruits

Cute, smileless, heartless,
Childhood destroyed, devoid of all ways
Can't write own names
Or read the words on their own graves

Think you gangsta, popped a few
These kids'll come through and a whole town
Then sit back and smoke and watch it down
The graves get deeper the further we go

weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you
There's a war, if the guns are too tall for you
We'll find you small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we you now, pow

Imagine if I had to
The families of those I slayed on game consoles
I, aim my hole, trigger to squeeze
Press up and Y, one less nigga

B for the bombs, press for your moms
Make the room silent, she don't approve violent games
She leave, resume
Start in heart, subpar sharp wizardry

On next I, insert code
To up the little person's murder workload
Artillery work fo', C I A A
A operative, a operate to all day

I hold the connected to the soldier
With on his shoulders, he's only seconds older
Than me, me, playful but
Now that on mind for on line experience

Little weapon, weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you
There's a war, if the guns are too tall for you
find you somethin' small to use
Little weapon, weapon, little weapon, we need you now

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, callin' you
There's a war, if the are just too tall for you
We'll find you small to use
Little weapon, weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow