Luyện nghe bài hát Shotgun Fire

Dip-Set, uh
Jones, Status
nigga
You know the is what it is nigga
Watch ya step and ya moves

Shit, 'em believe in this prophecy
You can see I'm to lead my democracy
To get and rip sleeve off of my city
And down, then try to breeze through the projects B
And how I in velocity
We up movin' keys of that knotty B
My man caught 10, couldn't find the keys to the B
The boys rushed him, 2 keys of
In my life you can't see me, not
How we swoop up in Harlem, 20
When we mobbin' 40 if it's problems
'Cause 1 you know is a shotgun driver

to dump triggers, that shotgun fire
I ain't gone front nigga I shot guys up
Didn't kill 'em though, 'em though
And came back to my block like riders
But I'm like, "Crouching Tiger", spin, roll, and fire
A fast retally, now cash we tally
Miami, Atlanta, fuck it we to Cali
Back on L.A. Ave, you the Lennox strip
Where they sip
we let the semi rip

Mind on my money, my money on
on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on
You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will on this .9

on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my on mind
Mind on my money, my on mind
You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on .9

And yeah we world and I might twirl through town
And in a Dip-Set mansion is ya girl be found
How can a be drowned, how can a diamond not shine
Man I'm on my G mack, I scoop up dimes all the
love my pimp juice, I let my crimps loose
They get a glimpse, oo, some went and douche'
her feed her feed her shrimp soup
Mind fuck her, fuck her
Mouth her 'til it hurt, uh, shit

She scream, "Do me it hurt", I'll her movin' that work
I mean two of them chirps up in her Dooney and
So ruthless it hurts, I I'm truly bezerk
When I scoop up my man, I swoop up and murk
Yeah, a and a bag bitch, two bricks and a bad bitch
Shit, them mackin', I'm as sick as maggot
But I don't fuck wit no bitch if she ain't
No chips or no

on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on
Mind on my money, my on mind
You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I press on this .9

Mind on my money, my on mind
on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my on mind
You fuck wit' my paper, I'll on this .9

I'm so
And do to servin'
My fame and fortune still revolve wit'
Still wit' savage types that move drugs
365 all around set nite
I ain't the passive
On the benches where I crashed nites
Blowin' hemp, slabs of white
Spend days up in
How I weight to snort
Give to the press or Dave Mays in the source

Yes, since it has changed
Since we, up in this game
And up wit' our game
No chef cuttin' cain
Hoes X'd up in brain
sex up in the Range
So much princess cuts in my

on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my on mind
on my money, my money on mind
You fuck Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

Mind on my money, my on mind
Mind on my money, my on mind
Mind on my money, my money on
You wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9