Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Back

It's so
Ace
You ain't comin' here
Talkin' all that
Talkin' you get all them bricks
I'm a have to round your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake
And a where ya mama stay
Act like I don't where you lay
Betta act fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic
(Get 'em)
Boy, ya go
(Get 'em)
Boy, ya go
Blocka, blocka, blocka,
Boy, you go
Hol' up with it,
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, where his
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas gon' me kill him
Make his body shiver like he naked in a
Matter fact I'm a him in the river
Come and get him when winter
Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I done ya that
Rock boy over bags
Say you movin' them of crack
See you a lie like Pac is back
Man you all crap
And you won't last
'Til your somethin' like paper
Don't make me the mask
To from blast, get his ass
You ain't round here
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a have to come round way
Nigga I'm you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama
Act like I don't where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the spray
Now let me get 'em
When I up in the place
Put the pace in ya
'em gimme that K
That I where they lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload K then we leave em and we find
'em in a of days
Pussy know where you lay
like I don't know where you stay
Runnin' at ya mouth man, ya too fake
Tellin' all the niggas that you them thangs, what?
Y'ain't 'bout that lie. huh? got no stride, naw
You'nt grind, leave em in the streets
'Til the D find 'em, dumb niggas
And they huggin' on the in the middle of this town
We gon' 'em
You ain't round here
all that shit
Talkin' you get all them bricks
I'm a have to round your way
I'm real you all too fake
And a pistol ya mama stay
Act like I know where you lay
Betta act fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic
Now who am I? Mothafuckas wanna
When I pull up in rover
know that it's over
Big holes in ya body like
Creep, we deep with soldiers
Black holster to that toaster
Hot head, now they callin' me
But still creep in Adidas with the heaters,
see where yo family at pop
Pop just me ace
niggas, I'm a call you dead
Click clack now ya red
Hand 'em an tampon, no batteries included know
The clip be hands on, it'll yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the damn
(Get 'em)
You comin' round here
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' you get all them bricks
I'm a have to round your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake
And a pistol ya mama stay
Act I don't know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the automatic