Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' to Getcha

The Boss, you

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

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

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

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

Runnin' and runnin' and and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to
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 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 a little go
Gunnin' punks down bailin' back to the vehicle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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