Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' to Getcha

The Boss, you

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

So nut up, whassup is I'ma 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' I'm fillin'
(Yea)
The spunk villain forty ounce by the neck

And it's kept on a ninety degree
For me and my, diggy D O G's, dirt with ease
Shoulda got that, niggaz can't fuck wit deez
(Can't wit deez)
Bitches straight pimpin' 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 push daisies nd ain't no maybe, nigga
So step in my set and get yo' ass up
I hitcha
(How you comin'?)
I'm to getcha

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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