Luyện nghe bài hát Shotgun Fire

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

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 slow down, try to breeze through the projects B
And how I in velocity
We came up keys of that knotty B
My man caught 10, couldn't the keys to the lobby B
The boys rushed him, 2 keys of
In my life you see me, not possibly
How we up in Harlem, 20 Coupes
When we 40 troops if it's problems
'Cause 1 nigga you is a shotgun driver

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

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

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

And yeah we renowned and I might twirl through town
And in a Dip-Set mansion is where ya be found
How can a pearl be drowned, how can a diamond not
Man I'm on my G mack, I scoop up all the time
They love my pimp juice, I let my loose
get a glimpse, oo, some went and cinch douche'
Scoop her feed her feed her shrimp
Mind fuck her, brain her
screw 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 it hurts, I mean I'm truly bezerk
When I scoop up my cash man, I up and murk
Yeah, a trick and a bag bitch, two bricks and a bad
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

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

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

I'm so
And do to servin'
My and fortune still revolve wit' static
Still involve savage types that move drugs
365 all around set every
I ain't the passive
On the where I crashed them nites
Blowin' hemp, movin' slabs of
Spend up in court
How I shaved weight to
Give that to the press or Dave Mays in the

Yes, success it has changed
Since we, up in this game
And stepped up our game
No chef cuttin' cain
Hoes X'd up in they
Lemme sex up in the
So much princess in my chains

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

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