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 long wrapping them up in duct
Me, I just make sure they stomp crush grapes
I make the hardest a tear
em a gun, if I had two right here
Two over there, fuck playin

Yall like loose leaf 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 town on the same dirty ground
And I dont care how you it up
I even got dead niggas up
You can bet, I come you up
Them niggas bust just to make niggas run by me

I squeeze with one eye and one closed and focus
The one open is at the tip of the
it blows, yall so called pimps die hoes
Dont rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have yall wanted in park

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

Anything dealin 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

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

Soldier, over, knock on my door
Wit Jehovah, huh, know the populations
Im causing early
'Cause you blast last Im firing
Dyin in the you lyin in

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

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

Only I knew how it was come
Put up in your mom, for your only son
Im everyone

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
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 yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Uh, Im psychologically fucked up, the truth
See, Is sick, throwin up and [unverified] gook
Poof, me gone, I pray for the of my mother
Until I worked up and hugged her and told her I loved her

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

Came home, of as the king of my throne
Back to Roleys, back to smokin bones Coley
My demo was better a lot of yall records
Bed rocked your ass, down, so let the gun go

I murdered some quick for
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 dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

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

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

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

See now, there it go, got it
The East Coast, West Coast
Warren G doin it with my niggas from the Ruff
Eve, my drag-on
Yeah, thats how we doin it, like that for
In the 99