Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' to Getcha

The Boss, you

I'm to getcha
(Yeah)
Tonight when you sleep creepin' but quick
I'm here to tell 'em that B ain't no petty
You run up, you're gettin' stuck what was goin' through your
When you thought over Boss, you could fuck?
(You could fuck)

So nut up, whassup is I'ma fat gun blast
In the in that ass if I find 'em I got 'em
cover from the killin' and body bags is
The motherfuckin' thang I'm fillin'
(Yea)
The spunk kill forty ounce by the neck

And it's kept on a degree tilt
For me and my, diggy D O G's, doin' with ease
got with that, niggaz can't fuck wit deez
(Can't wit deez)
Bitches pimpin' ain't no simps, and so the gang ain't simpin'

a bitch thang and step to this one how I figure
From six deep you push daisies nd that ain't no maybe, nigga
So in my set and get yo' ass fucked up
I hitcha
(How you comin'?)
I'm comin' to

Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and to getcha
Runnin' and and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and to getcha
Yo, comin' to get ya

and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Yo, comin' to get ya, kick it

There they go the block, got the glock cocked
Here we come straight in from the streets
Of the boondocks, lettin' mo' just a little go
punks down then bailin' back to the vehicle

Then that's when heads swellin', you ain't been told
Somebody better tell 'em 'bout the motherfuckin' misfits
Out on that other shit, all out and doin' much dirt on the killin' tip
(Much dirt)
So save the rest for the next

I was born to start trouble so they labelled me a
And if the five-oh step, that's when I another
question askin' punk cop motherfucker
(Yeah)
Don't your move before you think

And the judge, the jury and the goddamn precinct
So you can see the total
Watch your back 'cause the fact is
Boss is comin' to get

and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Yo, comin' to get ya

Now check one two, E the flu
with the style, some say I'm buckwild
But step off and out the Boss
You and crab motherfuckers
(Yo, she's to getcha)

See, most don't fit
In the category of a gettin' paid
(Yeah)
Where up is manditory
nothing's fallin' but the motherfuckin' rain

And nothing's changed but the
'Cause life in the ghetto ain't gettin' no better
I'm takin' a fo' a knot, throwin' heavy hits
Then you wonder why yo' ass that I'm comin' to get

'Cause what I got I simply took a that takes it to the limit
already a bitch, without me in it
I commence to dollars and sense, pump lead
Only evidence, ditch another nigga dead

If you a cap peeled if you play homies
Never stay homies anyway, fuck it
See some be throwin' for
That must on some night

I'll take yo' ass out with one shot
So when you duck from the bullets I won't a fuck
You shoulda died they hitcha
I'm to getcha

Runnin' and runnin' and and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and and comin' to getcha
Yo, comin' to get ya

and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and to getcha
Yo, comin' to get ya