Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' to Getcha

The Boss, you

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

So nut up, whassup is I'ma drop fat gun
In the gash in ass if I find 'em I got 'em
Takin' cover from the killin' and body is
The only motherfuckin' thang I'm
(Yea)
The spunk villain kill forty ounce by the

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

It's a bitch thang and step to one how I figure
From six feet deep you push 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 and comin' to getcha
and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and to getcha
Yo, she's to get ya

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

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

Then that's when heads start swellin', you been told
Somebody better tell 'em 'bout the motherfuckin' misfits
Out on that other shit, goin' all out and doin' much dirt on the tip
(Much dirt)
So save the rest for the nigga

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

And fuck the judge, the jury and the precinct
So you can see the total
your back 'cause the fact is that
Boss is like to get

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

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

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

And changed but the weather
'Cause life in the ghetto still ain't no better
I'm takin' a fo' a knot, throwin' heavy hits
Then you wonder why it's yo' ass I'm comin' to get

what I got I simply took a crook that takes it to the limit
Life's a bitch, without me in it
I to make dollars and sense, pump lead
Only evidence, another ditch another dead

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

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

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

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