Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride wit' me heart
I'll fuck them don't even worry 'bout them
Its cash baby
You know I'm talkin' bout
Its the two

We won, we won
And then we that B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

We won, we won
And then we shot B-B gun
And they lost, and they
we took they shit, now its time to floss

22 old 17 war vet
in the fast-lane, little red corvette
Little red handkerchief, hangin' out the right
Back pocket jeans fallin', my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine, and they gon'
But they hated baby we won't break
So we like four Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no protectin' no
Loc' and heavy, Ocean
Aviators, takers, so fackers
No playas, I'm to the heart
Hollygrove the start
Don't cross
Boulevard where the I come from
One seven, one shot, never (blum blum)
Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, stand up nigga!

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and they
Cause we they shit, now its time to floss

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
we took they shit, now its time to floss

Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em where you kill 'em
Sit 'em in the river, 'em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
I'm drinkin' that syrup
I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' like a broke hip
He don't know I got the nina the full clip
That's a somersault back spin full for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit
Miss nothin' I'm just until this scene clean
Twelve hundred for the jeans playin'
Hundred dollars for the glock in my
Who the man? I am when I stand with it right at ya face
Knock the brains from the back of ya for lack of respect
I, strap a jet black gat the deck
the mama to bury me with that, no bullshitin'
My hood getting kinda crazy I be
So with me 'cause he's the O-G

We won, we won
And then we shot B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
Cause we they shit, now its time to floss

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and lost
we took they shit, now its time to floss

Fresh out the back seat of the phantom
The haters I make 'em madder I wave at 'em like what up?
If it about money I keep goin'
I try'na get that green, niggas try'na mow my
But fuck, them boys I got the on my arm
If them boys run up I leave bodies on the lawn
And duck the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out
If this was a movie time to roll the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the block!
I'm a rock!
Hard eagle street seventeen shots
vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop man drop
This is not for bitches you man or a fox
I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of more
Cash money, young
Take money, money.

We won, we won
And then we that B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
Cause we took they shit, now its time to

We won, we won
And then we shot B-B gun
And lost, and they lost
Cause we they shit, now its time to floss