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 and we smoke always
Passin' by these 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 and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters we got all A's

Say, say, say, say Crack, what's the word on the
Nuttin' but hard times, this concrete
I'm gettin' dirty, looks from niggaz on the street over
They was in my filthy, gettin' closer

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

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

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the
Fakin' these girls fake when 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' 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

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

There's somethin' 'bout these guns that give these hoes attacks
are actual facts, I ain't been in no actual car-jacks
But let me tell you this, I'll burn a 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 hated but we related
No one me, should be underestimated
But don't you dare ride through the SWATS without at 30 shots
'Cause I'm tellin' ya, these Southern boys gon' get all got

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

Pop it in, get to work, brains blow,
Off the block before your drop
Can't share nothin' with the niggeroles, stealin'
Out your cornbread too, if you got those, leavin' deaf hoes

on the outside, pink in the middle
Ain't barrin' none round draw
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 did, my buddy Spanky'll bust out in tears
The would be a better place to live, if it was less queers
I still see, ass bitches, bitches

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 mayonnaise and we always
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 always
by these haters like we got all A's

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

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

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

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the
Fakin' ain't these fake when 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 feed the beat, the gat on the
ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we 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 G's are, I'm the star, brand new car
Dope ki lyrical cascade height, SWATS type, mic
Blowin' composer, chief of Doja, told ya when I was older

I wanted to live the good life, over that 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 this game, it's insane, how this

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 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

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