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 that B ain't no petty
You run up, you're gettin' stuck what was goin' through your
When you thought over Boss, you 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
cover from the killin' and body bags is
The motherfuckin' thang I'm fillin'
(Yea)
The spunk villain forty ounce by the neck

And it's kept on a degree tilt
For me and my, diggy D O G's, doin' with ease
got with 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 thang and step to one how I figure
From six 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 and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Yo, she's to get ya

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

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

Then when heads start swellin', you ain't been told
Somebody better fuckin' tell 'em the motherfuckin' misfits
Out on that other shit, all out and doin' much 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 five-oh step, that's when I another
Twenty question punk cop motherfucker
(Yeah)
Don't make your before you think

And fuck the judge, the and the goddamn precinct
So you can see the picture
Watch your back the fact is that
Boss is like to get

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

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

See, most don't fit
In the category of a criminal paid
(Yeah)
Where up is manditory
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' heavy
you wonder why it's yo' ass that I'm comin' to get

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

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

I'll yo' ass out with just one shot
So when you duck from the I won't give a fuck
You shoulda 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 comin' to
Yo, she's to get ya

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