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

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

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

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

I got to the beat, the gat on the seat
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
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke
Passin' by these haters we got all A's

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

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

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

I got to the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't girls fake 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 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
Passin' by haters like we got all A's

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

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

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

I got to the beat, the gat on the seat
ain't these 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 the beat, the gat on the seat
ain't 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

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 Haze, when you see me call me Mr. Gipp

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

Watch yo' ass, yo' elbows out the windows
And my hands the wood wheel, money in my socks
out for the cops and for the haters got a fifty shot
Whatever you wanna 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
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 when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we always
Passin' by these like 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 lyrical cascade height, type, mic soldier
Blowin' composer, of that Doja, told ya when I was older

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

Is 'em pain, young'un doin' time, dyin' by this grind
ATL, fine this just how goin' down
And the sound, watch mouth in this motherfuckin' Dirty South
Nigga 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 always
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 when see they face in the paint
Mustard and and we smoke always
Passin' by haters like we got all A's