Luyện nghe bài hát Da Gudda

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

1: Lil' Flip]
Nigga I can hit you from a block
cause my bang like a beat from Dr.Dre
I'm creepin at night with a Ki of that
from 8'O till 5, come get what you like
from Vicodin to X pills you who got the best deal
I guarantee you fuckers be my best year
canary stones got me like a night light
I ain't racist when it comes to diamonds I like white
my bezzel lookin like it ain't even for
but a lie bitch I got real paper
I'm from the ghetto, the gudda where the hang
I'm with ya wife fuckin up ya bed
you ridin, I'm ridin-time to grab the
the shell catchers, gloves, and them
cause when war anything goes
I'm a up nigga, nah I ain't a hoe

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

2: Lil' Flip]
Ay of niggaz hatin on me cause of the jewels I got
so just face homie you ain't hot
I read ya little interviews you don't know to quit
no matter how good you do niggaz gon'talk
I got bitches on my team rob you nigga
right after she you head and massage you nigga
I play the game a pro when it come to the streets
and the bump'll make you leak it come to the beef...ca'peesh
look, listen when I talk cause I'm a
I hope ya OG's 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 watch me hop it
I'm switches on the bitches when I drive by
I'm snitches in ditches when I do drive bys

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

[Verse 3: Lil'
Look one for the money, two for the show
three gigs for eight five now I need my
I'm straight off the block where the fiends be geekin
I know a cat who three O's every weekend
lawyers, and doctors hide behind they
cause at the first of the month be waiting
I take food stamps and all that shit
and if that ain't a hustle what you call then(chump)
I'm a young ass nigga with alot of
I floss cause everyday I rock a different chain
I my hood and my niggaz who hold me down
besides Lil'J, Lil' Flip control the [echoes]