Luyện nghe bài hát All A's

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

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

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

I'm in my seventy-nine,
Mobbed out so they see me when I'm ridin'
They me down, holla like we buddy buddy
But at the time I know these motherfuckers wanna mug me

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

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

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

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

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

My nigga don't hate me 'cause I ain't but we related
No one includin' me, should be
But don't you dare ride the SWATS without at least 30 shots
I'm tellin' ya, these Southern boys gon' get all they got

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
Passin' by these like we got all A's

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

Pop it in, get to work, blow, [unverified]
Off the block before carcass drop
Can't nothin' with the niggeroles, stealin' socks
Out cornbread dream too, if you got those, leavin' deaf hoes

Brown on the outside, in the middle
Ain't barrin' none hundred round
Nothin' under and I get slick [unverified]
Takin' no prisoners cuffed, die fightin' for they freedom

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

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

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

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

Shoot 'em from the hip, every I'm in my 84 Sedan Deville
me off and watch me peel, Big Boi grill ridin' through the park
On the weekend ain't no stoppin', it dippin', that's how we trippin'
Lookin' mean, you too clean behind the

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

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 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 smoke
by these haters like we got all A's

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

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

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

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