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

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

I'm in my seventy-nine,
Mobbed out so they see me when I'm ridin'
They slow me down, like we buddy buddy
But at the same time I these motherfuckers wanna mug me

gun play 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' forth to carry you

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 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 girls when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and and we smoke always
Passin' by haters like we got all A's

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

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

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

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they in the paint
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 fake when they see they face in the
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' with the niggeroles, socks
Out your cornbread too, if you got those, leavin' deaf hoes

on the outside, pink in the middle
Ain't barrin' hundred round draw
Nothin' seventy-five and I get slick [unverified]
no prisoners cuffed, they die fightin' for they freedom

Every son, rhymes too pretty'll get your mascara smeared
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, punk ass bitches,

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

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

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

Watch yo' ass, keep yo' out the windows
And my upon the wood wheel, money in my socks
Lookin' out for the cops and for the haters got a shot
you wanna call it, nigga 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 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

Now watch 'em slide like finger lickin' chicken 'bout to start clickin'
Hoe better know who the true G's are, I'm the star, new car
Dope ki lyrical height, SWATS type, mic soldier
Blowin' composer, chief of that Doja, 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' they thang, I for change
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
Nigga check it out, SWATS got spots

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 these haters we got all A's

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 haters like we got all A's