Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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