Luyện nghe bài hát 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 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 when they see 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 hard times, workin' concrete
I'm gettin' dirty, looks from 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 same time I know these wanna mug me

Okay gun play at the one day witcha
But I'll do if I bust these 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 when they see they in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we always
Passin' by haters like 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
and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters we got all A's

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

There's somethin' these guns that give these hoes asthma attacks
These are actual facts, I been in no actual car-jacks
But let me tell you this, burn a nigga 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 includin' me, be underestimated
But don't you dare through the SWATS without at least 30 shots
'Cause I'm tellin' ya, these Southern boys 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 mayonnaise and we smoke
Passin' by these haters 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 like we got all A's

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

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

Every time son, rhymes too pretty'll get your smeared
When they did, my buddy Spanky'll 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 these girls 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 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 give me room, activate,
Y'all from the section where the straight shit, up off the top
Block for block, yo we got the [unverified], wait for
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 no stoppin', keep it dippin', that's how we trippin'
Lookin' mean, you too clean the glass

Watch yo' ass, keep yo' elbows out the
And my hands upon the wood wheel, in my socks
Lookin' out for the cops and for the haters got a shot
Whatever you wanna call it, nigga 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 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
Passin' by these like we got all A's

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

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

Is bringin' 'em pain, young'un doin' time, dyin' by this
ATL, this just how it's goin' down
And the sound, watch your mouth in this motherfuckin' South
Nigga check it out, dirty got spots

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' 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