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 bitch
You run up, you're gettin' what was goin' through your mind
When you thought Boss, you could ever fuck?
(You ever fuck)

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

And it's kept on a ninety tilt
For me and my, diggy D O G's, doin' dirt with
Shoulda got with that, can't fuck wit deez
(Can't wit deez)
straight 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 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 to getcha

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

what I got I simply took a crook that takes it to the limit
Life's already a bitch, me in it
I commence to make dollars and sense, lead
Only evidence, another ditch another nigga

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

take yo' ass out with just one shot
So when you duck from the bullets I give a fuck
You shoulda died before hitcha
I'm comin' to

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

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