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
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 see they face in the paint
and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these like we got all A's

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

I'm in my seventy-nine,
out so they can't see me when I'm ridin'
They slow me down, 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 if I bust these niggaz
Keep point four-five calibers of
I'm, comin' forth to carry you

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 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 fake 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 me Sugar Delight
Uh-ohh hoe, cuttin' virgin broads tonight
Blowin' like a boss, that champion in cost
And oh, my dual will make your shit get lost

There's somethin' 'bout these guns that give 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 two glocks, we gon' bounce on off on the new shocks

My nigga hate me 'cause I ain't hated but we related
No one includin' me, should be
But don't you dare ride through the without 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 fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke
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 they see they face in the paint
and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters we got all A's

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

on the outside, pink in the middle
Ain't barrin' hundred round draw
Nothin' under seventy-five and I get slick
no prisoners cuffed, they die fightin' for they freedom

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

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 haters we got all A's

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 mayonnaise and we always
Passin' by these haters 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, when you see me call me Mr.

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 no stoppin', keep it dippin', that's how we trippin'
Lookin' mean, you too behind the glass

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

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 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 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 finger chicken 'bout to start clickin'
Hoe better know who the G's are, I'm the star, brand new car
Dope ki cascade height, SWATS type, mic soldier
Blowin' composer, chief of that Doja, told ya 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., doin' they thang, I pray for
And my players in game, it's insane, how this 'caine

Is bringin' 'em pain, young'un doin' time, dyin' by this
ATL, fine this 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 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 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 face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke
Passin' by these like we got all A's