Luyện nghe bài hát Lock And Load

Yeah, ride wit' me sweet
fuck them niggas don't even worry 'bout them
Its cash money
You what I'm talkin' bout
Its the two

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

We won, we won
And we shot that B-B gun
And they lost, and 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, hangin' out the right
Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu
Yep we do shine, and they hate
But they hated Jesus baby we won't
So we ride four Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no protectin' no
Loc' and heavy, Ocean
Aviators, boat takers, so
No playas, I'm to the heart
Hollygrove from the
Don't cross
Boulevard where the ward I come
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 lost, and they lost
Cause we took they shit, now its to floss

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

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

We won, we won
And then we that B-B gun
And they lost, and they
we took 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

Fresh out the back seat of the phantom
The haters I make 'em madder I wave at 'em like what up?
If it ain't about I keep goin'
I try'na get that green, try'na mow my lawn
But fuck, them boys I got the on my arm
If them boys run up I their bodies on the lawn
And duck the out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
If this was a movie it's 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!
little man drop
This is not for little you man or a fox
I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of more
Cash money, young
money, your money.

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

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