Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' to Getcha

The Boss, you

I'm comin' to
(Yeah)
Tonight when you sleep creepin' steady but
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 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 only motherfuckin' thang I'm
(Yea)
The spunk villain kill forty ounce by the

And kept on a ninety degree tilt
For me and my, D O G's, doin' dirt with ease
Shoulda got that, niggaz 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 and step to this one how I figure
From six feet deep you push daisies nd that no maybe, nigga
So step in my set and get yo' ass up
I hitcha
(How you comin'?)
I'm to getcha

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, comin' to get ya

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

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

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

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

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

Runnin' and and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and 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 suckers and crab
(Yo, she's to getcha)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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