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 they like crush grapes
I make the shed a tear
em a gun, if I had two right here
Two over there, fuck playin

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

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

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

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

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

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
ask when I need cash
Im a customer, I snatch cream

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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