Luyện nghe bài hát All A's

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the
Fakin' ain't these girls when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke
by these haters like we got all A's

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we always
by these haters like we got all A's

Say, say, say, say Crack, the word on the street?
but hard times, workin' this concrete
I'm dirty, looks from niggaz on the next street over
They was in my filthy, fiendin' closer

I'm in my seventy-nine,
Mobbed out so can't see me when I'm ridin'
slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy
But at the same time I these motherfuckers wanna mug me

Okay gun play at the one day witcha
But I'll do if I bust these niggaz
Keep four-five calibers of chrome
I'm, comin' to carry you home

I got to the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when see they face in the paint
and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters we got all A's

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the
Fakin' these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we always
by these haters like we got all A's

Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar
Uh-ohh hoe, Willie cuttin' virgin tonight
Blowin' a boss, that champion chief in cost
And oh, my dual exhaust will your shit get lost

There's somethin' 'bout these guns that give these hoes attacks
These are actual facts, I ain't been in no car-jacks
But let me you this, I'll burn a nigga ass up to a crisp
Ridin' these two glocks, we gon' bounce on off on the new shocks

My nigga don't hate me 'cause I ain't but we related
No one me, should be underestimated
But don't you dare ride through the SWATS at least 30 shots
'Cause I'm tellin' ya, these Southern boys get all they got

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they in the paint
and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters we got all A's

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they in the paint
Mustard and and we smoke always
Passin' by these like we got all A's

Pop it in, get to work, blow, [unverified]
Off the block before your carcass
share nothin' with the niggeroles, stealin' socks
Out your dream too, if you got those, leavin' deaf hoes

on the outside, pink in the middle
Ain't barrin' none hundred round
Nothin' under seventy-five and I get slick
Takin' no cuffed, they die fightin' for they freedom

Every time son, rhymes too pretty'll get your mascara
When they did, my buddy bust out in tears
The world would be a better place to live, if it was queers
I still see, ass bitches, bitches

I got to the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we always
Passin' by these like we got all A's

I got to the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we always
Passin' by these like we got all A's

Get up off and give me room, activate,
Y'all from the where the straight shit, straight up off the top
for block, yo we got the [unverified], wait for days
Gone up off the Purple Haze, when you see me me Mr. Gipp

Shoot 'em from the hip, every time I'm in my 84 Deville
Block me off and me peel, Big Boi grill ridin' through the park
On the weekend no stoppin', keep it dippin', that's how we trippin'
Lookin' mean, you too clean behind the

Watch yo' ass, keep yo' out the windows
And my hands upon the wood wheel, money in my
Lookin' out for the cops and for the haters got a fifty
Whatever you wanna call it, what? What?

I got to the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the
Mustard and and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters we got all A's

I got to the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls when they see they face in the paint
and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters we got all A's

Now watch 'em slide like some lickin' chicken 'bout to start clickin'
Hoe better know who the true G's are, I'm the star, new car
ki lyrical cascade height, SWATS type, mic soldier
Blowin' composer, chief of that Doja, ya when I was older

I wanted to live the good life, money over bull, got that pull
Stomach full, posse thick, niggaz wish at a age
Goodie Mo.B., they thang, I pray for change
And my players in game, it's insane, how this 'caine

Is bringin' 'em pain, young'un doin' time, dyin' by grind
ATL, this just how it's goin' down
And the sound, watch mouth in this motherfuckin' Dirty South
check it out, dirty SWATS got spots

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the
Mustard and mayonnaise and we always
Passin' by haters like we got all A's

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the
ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and and we smoke always
Passin' by these like we got all A's