Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' to Getcha

The Boss, you

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

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

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

a bitch thang and step to this one how I figure
From six feet deep you daisies nd that ain't no maybe, nigga
So step in my set and get yo' ass up
I hitcha
(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 and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Yo, she's to get ya

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, kick it

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

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

I was to start trouble so they labelled me a gravedigger
And if the five-oh step, that's 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 picture
Watch your back the fact is that
Boss is like to get

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

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

See, most bitches fit
In the category of a gettin' paid
(Yeah)
Where up is manditory
Where nothing's but the motherfuckin' rain

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

'Cause what I got I simply 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 dead

If you a homie cap if you play homies
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 you duck from the bullets I won't give a fuck
You shoulda died before hitcha
I'm comin' to

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