Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, yall niggas take too wrapping them up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest a tear
Give em a gun, if I had two right
Two over there, fuck playin

Yall niggas like loose paper, easy to tear
Drag burn that up and get it outta here
Yall think, yall from heaven to hell?
Yall aint goin

But in the same town on the same ground
And I care how you livin it up
I even got dead shiverin up
You can bet, I come you up
Them niggas bust guns just to niggas run by me

I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and
The one is at the tip of the nose
When it blows, yall so called pimps die
Dont bite rhymes or flows, air mark
Snap with a finger, yall wanted in dead park

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the you think spit mean?
bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a scream
Was taught to die in a red
Never ask I need cash
Im a customer, I snatch your

Soldier, cross over, on my door
Wit Jehovah, huh, know the populations
Im causing retirements
'Cause you last when Im firing
Dyin in the you lyin in

Went from the full house to the raw
To tryin to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, blow jaw out
You dont my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have face the same color
As a of a chow, chow, nigga
These water pistols, they shoot many missiles
And when I set em off, they your bones to the grissle

Only I knew how it was gonna
Put up in baby mom, for your only son
Im takin

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Uh, Im psychologically fucked up, know the
See, Is sick, throwin up henny and gook
Poof, me gone, I pray for the death of my
Until I worked up and hugged her and told her I loved her

sin, my ink pen stay in the ring
Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a
Golden ice, I stole for the love of my
Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po me

Came home, of course as the of my throne
Back to Roleys, back to bones with Coley
My was better than a lot of yall records
Bed your ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I some quick for dough
Hit em up fast, them die extra slow
I lock shop when I come with the blue tops
a ooh, whop, with all glocks cocked

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

See now, there it go, got it
The East Coast, West Coast
Warren G doin it with my niggas the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my nigga
Yeah, thats how we doin it, that for yall
In the 99