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 no petty bitch
You run up, you're gettin' stuck what was goin' through mind
When you over Boss, you could ever fuck?
(You ever fuck)

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

And it's 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 ain't no simps, and so the gang ain't simpin'

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
I hitcha
(How you comin'?)
I'm comin' to

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

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

There they go down the block, got the cocked
we come straight rollin' in from the streets
Of the boondocks, mo' than just a little go
Gunnin' punks down bailin' back to the vehicle

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

I was born to start trouble so they me a gravedigger
And if the five-oh step, when I blast another
Twenty askin' 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 the fact is that
is like comin' to get

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

Now check one two, E the flu
Funky the style, some say I'm buckwild
But off and check out the Boss
You suckers and crab
(Yo, she's to getcha)

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

And nothing's but the weather
life in the ghetto still ain't gettin' no better
I'm takin' a knot fo' a knot, throwin' hits
Then you wonder why it's yo' ass that I'm 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 and sense, pump lead
Only evidence, another another nigga dead

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

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

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