Luyện nghe bài hát 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
Mustard and and we smoke 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
by these haters like we got all A's

Say, say, say, say Crack, what's the on the street?
Nuttin' but hard times, workin' this
I'm gettin' dirty, looks from niggaz on the 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 me down, holla like 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 years if I bust niggaz
Keep point four-five of chrome
I'm, comin' to carry you home

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 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
and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these like we got all A's

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

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

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

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 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 like we got all A's

Pop it in, get to work, brains blow,
Off the block before carcass drop
share nothin' 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 slick
Takin' no prisoners cuffed, they die for they freedom

Every son, rhymes too pretty'll get your mascara smeared
they did, my buddy Spanky'll bust out in tears
The world would be a better to live, if it was less queers
I see, punk ass bitches, 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 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
Passin' by haters like we got all A's

Get up off and give me room, activate,
Y'all from the section 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, time I'm in my 84 Sedan Deville
Block me off and watch me peel, Big Boi 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, keep yo' out the windows
And my hands the wood wheel, money in my socks
Lookin' out for the cops and for the haters got a fifty
Whatever you wanna call it, what? What?

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 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 they see they in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke
by these haters like we got all A's

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

I to live the good 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 in this game, it's insane, how this 'caine

Is 'em pain, young'un doin' time, dyin' by this grind
ATL, fine this just how it's goin'
And the sound, watch your 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
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 when see they face in the paint
and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters we got all A's