Luyện nghe bài hát 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

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

Say, say, say, say Crack, the word on the street?
Nuttin' but hard times, workin' this
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 can't see me when I'm ridin'
They slow me down, like we buddy buddy
But at the same time I know these motherfuckers mug me

Okay gun play at the one day witcha
But I'll do years if I these niggaz
point four-five calibers of chrome
I'm, comin' forth to carry you

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 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
and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these 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 champion in cost
And oh, my exhaust will make your shit get lost

There's somethin' these guns that give these hoes asthma attacks
These are facts, I ain't been in no actual car-jacks
But let me tell you this, I'll 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 SWATS at least 30 shots
'Cause I'm tellin' ya, these Southern boys gon' get all got

I got to the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' 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 fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters we got all A's

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

Brown on the outside, pink in the
barrin' none hundred round draw
Nothin' seventy-five and I get slick [unverified]
Takin' no cuffed, they die fightin' for they freedom

time son, rhymes too pretty'll get your mascara smeared
When did, my buddy Spanky'll bust out in tears
The world would be a better place to live, if it was less
I see, punk ass bitches, bitches

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 these 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 haters like we got all A's

Get up off and give me room, activate,
from 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, when you see me call me Mr.

Shoot 'em from the hip, every I'm in my 84 Sedan Deville
Block me off and watch me peel, Big Boi grill ridin' through the
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 got a fifty shot
you wanna call it, nigga what? What?

I got to the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we 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 in the paint
Mustard and and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters we got all A's

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

I wanted to the good life, money over that bull, got that pull
full, posse thick, niggaz wish 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 bringin' 'em pain, young'un doin' time, by this grind
ATL, fine just how it's goin' 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' 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

I got to the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' these 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