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 up in duct tape
Me, I just sure they stomp like crush grapes
I make the shed a tear
Give em a gun, if I had two here
Two over there, fuck playin

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think mean?
Same bitch tried to put Irv Gotti teams
I had a snotty scream
Was taught to die in a red
ask when I need cash
Im a customer, I snatch cream

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

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

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

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

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
back, hold in position 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, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been 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
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 king of my
Back to Roleys, to smokin bones with Coley
My demo was better than a lot of yall
Bed rocked 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 through the blue tops
Smokin a ooh, whop, all glocks cocked

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

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

thats dealin 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

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