Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Back

It's so
Ace
You ain't round here
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' you get all them bricks
I'm a have to come round way
Nigga I'm real you all too
And a where 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
(Get 'em)
Boy, ya go
(Get 'em)
Boy, ya go
Blocka, blocka, blocka,
Boy, you go
up with it, Khaled
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, his cheerin'?
No talk, to get him
Fake gon' make me kill him
Make his body shiver like he naked in a
Matter fact I'm a leave him in the
Come and get him when winter
Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I done told ya
boy bitch over bags
Say you movin' them slabs of
See you a lie like Pac is back
Man you niggas all
And you won't last
your somethin' like paper tags
Don't make me the mask
To from blast, get his ass
You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a to come round your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama
Act like I know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the spray
Now let me get 'em
When I walk up in the
Put the pace in ya
'em gimme that K
That I know where they lay duct they face
Pop pop, unload K then we leave em and we find
'em in a couple of
Pussy niggas where you lay
Actin' I don't know where you stay
Runnin' at ya mouth man, ya too fake
all the niggas that you move them thangs, what?
Y'ain't 'bout that lie. huh? got no stride, naw
You'nt really grind, leave em in the
'Til the D boys find 'em, dumb
And they huggin' on the in the middle of this town
We gon' 'em
You ain't round here
all that shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a to come round your way
Nigga I'm real you all too
And a where ya mama stay
Act like I don't where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the automatic
Now who am I? wanna know
I pull up in that rover
They that it's over
Big in ya body like coasters
Creep, creep we deep with
Black holster to carry toaster
Hot head, now they callin' me
But creep in Adidas with the heaters, millimeters
Wanna see yo family at pop
Pop call me ace
Slump niggas, I'm a 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 ain't comin' round
all that shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a have to come round way
I'm real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama
Act I don't know where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic