Luyện nghe bài hát 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 smoke
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 when see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we always
Passin' by these haters we got all A's

Say, say, say, say Crack, what's the 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' gettin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 like we got all A's

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

Pop it in, get to work, brains blow,
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 none hundred round draw
Nothin' under and I get slick [unverified]
Takin' no prisoners cuffed, they die fightin' for freedom

Every son, rhymes too pretty'll get your mascara smeared
When they did, my Spanky'll bust out in tears
The world would be a 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 smoke
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 and we smoke always
Passin' by haters like we got all A's

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

'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 ain't no stoppin', keep it dippin', how we trippin'
Lookin' mean, you too clean behind the

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
Whatever you wanna it, nigga what? What?

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

Now watch 'em slide like some lickin' chicken 'bout to start clickin'
Hoe know 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 I was older

I wanted to live the good life, money over bull, got that pull
full, posse thick, niggaz wish at a young age
Goodie Mo.B., doin' thang, I pray for change
And my players in game, it's 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 motherfuckin' Dirty
Nigga check it out, SWATS got spots

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when 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' 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