Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' to Getcha

The Boss, you

I'm comin' to
(Yeah)
Tonight you sleep creepin' steady but quick
I'm to tell 'em that B ain't no petty bitch
You run up, you're stuck what was goin' through your mind
When you over 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 the killin' and body bags is
The motherfuckin' thang I'm fillin'
(Yea)
The villain kill forty ounce by the neck

And it's kept on a degree tilt
For me and my, D O G's, doin' 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'

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

Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and 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 to getcha
and runnin' and gunnin' 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 rollin' in from the streets
Of the boondocks, mo' than just a little go
Gunnin' punks down then back to the vehicle

Then that's when heads start swellin', you ain't been
Somebody better tell 'em 'bout the motherfuckin' misfits
Out on that other shit, goin' all out and doin' dirt 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 when I 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
Watch your back 'cause the fact is
Boss is like to get

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

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

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

And changed but the weather
'Cause life in the ghetto still ain't no better
I'm a knot fo' a knot, throwin' heavy hits
Then you wonder why yo' ass that I'm comin' to get

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

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

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

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

and runnin' and gunnin' 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