Luyện nghe bài hát All A's

I got to the beat, the gat on the seat
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 these girls fake they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we always
Passin' by these like we got all A's

Say, say, say, say Crack, the word 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,
Mobbed out so they can't see me I'm ridin'
slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy
But at the same time I these motherfuckers wanna mug me

Okay gun play at the one-way one day
But do years if I bust these niggaz
Keep point 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 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 they in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke
Passin' by haters like we got all A's

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

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

My nigga don't hate me 'cause I ain't 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 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 mayonnaise and we smoke
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 face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke
by these haters like we got all A's

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

on the outside, pink in the middle
Ain't barrin' none hundred draw
under 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 mascara
When they did, my Spanky'll bust out in tears
The world would be a better place to live, if it was queers
I still see, ass bitches, bitches

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 always
by these haters like we got all A's

I got to the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and and we smoke always
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], for days
Gone up off the Purple Haze, 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', that's how we
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 cops and for the got a fifty shot
Whatever you wanna call it, nigga 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 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 when they see they face in the
and mayonnaise and we smoke always
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 cascade height, type, mic soldier
composer, chief of that Doja, told ya when I was older

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

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

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
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 when they see they face in the
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke
Passin' by these haters we got all A's