Luyện nghe bài hát 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 these haters 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 smoke
Passin' by these haters we got all A's

Say, say, say, say Crack, what's the on the street?
Nuttin' but hard times, this concrete
I'm gettin' dirty, looks from niggaz on the 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 slow me down, holla we buddy buddy
But at the time I know these motherfuckers wanna mug me

Okay gun at the one-way one day witcha
But I'll do if I bust 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' ain't these girls fake they see they face in the paint
Mustard and and we smoke always
by these 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
Mustard and and we smoke always
by these haters like we got all A's

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

There's somethin' 'bout these guns give these hoes asthma attacks
These are actual facts, I been in no actual car-jacks
But let me tell you this, I'll burn a ass up to a crisp
Ridin' with these two glocks, we bounce on off on the new shocks

My nigga don't me 'cause I ain't hated but we related
No one includin' me, be underestimated
But don't you dare ride through the SWATS at least 30 shots
'Cause I'm tellin' ya, these Southern 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
Mustard and mayonnaise and we always
Passin' by these like 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 always
Passin' by these like we got all A's

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

Brown on the outside, in the middle
Ain't barrin' none hundred round
Nothin' seventy-five and I get slick [unverified]
Takin' no prisoners cuffed, they die for they freedom

Every time son, rhymes too pretty'll get your 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, ass bitches, bitches

I got to the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the
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
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

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

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

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

Now watch 'em like some 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 cascade height, SWATS type, mic
Blowin' composer, of that Doja, told ya when I was older

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

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

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 smoke
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 smoke
by these haters like we got all A's