Luyện nghe bài hát Da Gudda

Just another day in the
chillin my niggaz, ya know
now we shoot a documentary for my mothafuckin album
bringin y'all niggaz straight to the hood, on walk with me

[Verse 1: Lil'
Nigga I can hit you from a away
cause my chopper bang like a beat Dr.Dre
I'm creepin at night a Ki of that white
8'O clock till 5, come get what you like
from Vicodin to X you know who got the best deal
I you fuckers this'll be my best year
canary stones got me lookin like a night
I ain't racist when it comes to diamonds cause I like
my bezzel lookin like it ain't even for
but a lie bitch I got real paper
I'm the ghetto, the gudda where the feds hang
I'm with ya wife up ya bed frame
you ridin, I'm to grab the weapons
the shell catchers, gloves, and them
when it's war anything goes
I'm a stand up nigga, nah I a hoe

[Chorus: Flip]
I'm da hood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I you would-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
get it understood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I got choppers made of wood-da gudda, da, da, da
I'm from da hood-da gudda, da, da, da
I wish you gudda, da, da, da gudda
let's get it understood-da gudda, da, da, da
I got choppers made of gudda, da, da, da gudda

[Verse 2: Flip]
Ay alot of niggaz hatin on me cause of the I got
so just face reality homie you hot
I read ya little interviews you know when to quit
no matter how you do niggaz gon'talk shit
I got on my team that'll rob you nigga
right she give you head and massage you nigga
I play the game like a pro when it come to the
and the bump'll make you leak when it to the beef...ca'peesh
look, listen I talk cause I'm a general
I ya OG's smart enough to let you know
I'm the truth in the what I rap about I did it
I Johnny put thirty pointers in my fitted
I get it, I got it I'm makin a
my kitted Impala me hop it
I'm switches on the bitches when I drive by
I'm knockin in ditches when I do drive bys

Look if you get paid, get that money nigga
if you wanna ride blades, get that nigga
if you Escalade, get that money nigga
bitch I got it made, get that money nigga(oh boy)

[Verse 3: Lil'
Look it's one for the money, two for the
three gigs for five now I need my dough
look I'm off the block where the fiends be geekin
I a cat who snort three O's every weekend
lawyers, and doctors hide they occupations
cause at the of the month they be waiting
shiiit I food stamps and all that shit
and if that ain't a what you call that then(chump)
I'm a young ass nigga alot of game
I floss cause everyday I rock a different chain
I think my hood and my niggaz who me down
Lil'J, Lil' Flip control the town [echoes]