Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, wit' me sweet heart
I'll fuck them niggas don't worry 'bout them
Its cash money
You know what I'm bout
Its the two

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

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

22 old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, red corvette
Little red handkerchief, out the right side
Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu
Yep we do shine, and they gon'
But they hated baby we won't break
So we ride four Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no protectin' no
Loc' and heavy, Ocean
Aviators, takers, so fackers
No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the
from the start
Don't Earhardt
Boulevard the ward I come from
One seven, one shot, that (blum blum)
Brrt Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap!
What the fuck, stand up nigga!

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

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

Get 'em get 'em hit 'em where you kill 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, 'em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
I'm probably drinkin' that
Thinkin' I won't slip, even though I'm like a broke hip
He don't know I got the nina wit' the clip
That's a back spin full flip for ya?
Push this button, I out and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until scene clean
Twelve for the jeans stop playin'
dollars for the glock in my pants
Who the man? I am I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the brains the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I, a jet black gat till the deck
Tell the mama to me with that, no bullshitin'
My getting kinda crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me he's the O-G

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

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

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

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