Luyện nghe bài hát Da Gudda

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

[Verse 1: Flip]
Nigga I can hit you from a away
cause my bang like a beat from Dr.Dre
I'm creepin at night with a Ki of that
from 8'O clock 5, come get what you like
from Vicodin to X pills you know who got the best
I guarantee you fuckers be my best year
canary stones got me lookin 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 that's a lie I got real paper
I'm from the ghetto, the gudda the feds hang
I'm with ya wife up ya bed frame
you ridin, I'm ridin-time to the weapons
the shell catchers, gloves, and teflons
cause when it's war anything
I'm a up nigga, nah I ain't a hoe

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

2: Lil' Flip]
Ay alot of niggaz hatin on me cause of the I got
so just face reality you ain't hot
I read ya little interviews you don't know to quit
no matter how good you do niggaz shit
I got bitches on my that'll rob you nigga
right after she give you and massage you nigga
I play the game a pro when it come to the streets
and the bump'll make you when it come to the beef...ca'peesh
look, listen when I cause I'm a general
I hope ya OG's enough to let you know
I'm the in the booth what I rap about I did it
I told put thirty pointers in my fitted
I get it, I got it I'm a profit
my kitted Impala me hop it
I'm hittin on the bitches when I drive by
I'm knockin snitches in ditches I do drive bys

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

[Verse 3: Lil'
Look one for the money, two for the show
three for eight five now I need my dough
look I'm straight off the block where the fiends be
I a cat who snort three O's every weekend
lawyers, and hide behind they occupations
cause at the first of the month they be
shiiit I take food stamps and all shit
and if that ain't a hustle what you that then(chump)
I'm a young ass nigga with of game
I floss hard cause everyday I rock a chain
I think my hood and my niggaz who hold me
besides Lil'J, Lil' Flip control the town