Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' to Getcha

The Boss, you

I'm comin' to
(Yeah)
Tonight when you sleep creepin' but quick
I'm here to tell 'em that B ain't no bitch
You run up, you're gettin' stuck what was goin' through your
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
cover from the killin' and body bags is
The only motherfuckin' I'm fillin'
(Yea)
The spunk villain kill forty ounce by the

And it's on a ninety degree 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)
Bitches straight pimpin' ain't no simps, and so the gang ain't

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

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

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

Then that's when heads start swellin', you ain't been
Somebody better fuckin' tell 'em 'bout the 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 me a gravedigger
And if the five-oh step, that's I blast another
Twenty question punk cop motherfucker
(Yeah)
Don't make move before you think

And the judge, the jury and the goddamn precinct
So you can see the picture
Watch your back 'cause the is that
is like comin' to get

Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and 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 check out the
You suckers and crab
(Yo, comin' to getcha)

See, most don't fit
In the category of a gettin' paid
(Yeah)
comin' up is manditory
Where fallin' but the motherfuckin' rain

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

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

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

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

Runnin' and runnin' and 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

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