Luyện nghe bài hát We Got

DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the dealer
You better tell ya man with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like going through niggaz
DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our
A.K's get ta like

Bottom line that mean I'm it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street fully crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, for thinking it's rap
And that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm out and I tend to agree
So you should watch what you saying if intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the
And oozy get to talking like

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, beat him up, I I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or
Now it's just me and my nuts, all I got in this world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And throwing bitches up like Earl
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You need hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga this click
My pistol grip sound this

Now what, who want day fucked
When I cock and the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly hoes with bra
We'll shoot you up toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a for ya dome
'Cause I know you planning on getting me when I'm landing
to nick but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't talking fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the mack
Till your back crack, got the gat back

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your
I, do with the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing the sound effects you hear in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my is easy
And my triggers are always about
Some me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

They got no
They got no
They got no
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