Luyện nghe bài hát Da Gudda

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

[Verse 1: Lil'
Nigga I can hit you from a away
cause my bang like a beat from Dr.Dre
I'm at night with a Ki of that white
from 8'O clock till 5, 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 lookin like a light
I ain't when it comes to diamonds cause I like white
my bezzel lookin it ain't even paid for
but that's a lie bitch I got real
I'm from the ghetto, the gudda where the feds
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 goes
I'm a stand up nigga, nah I a hoe

[Chorus: Lil'
I'm da hood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I you would-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
let's get it 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 would-da gudda, da, da, da
let's get it gudda, da, da, da gudda
I got choppers of wood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda

[Verse 2: Flip]
Ay alot of niggaz hatin on me cause of the I got
so just face homie you ain't hot
I read ya little interviews you don't when to quit
no matter how good you do niggaz gon'talk
I got bitches on my team rob you nigga
right after she give you and massage you nigga
I play the like 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 ya OG's smart enough to let you know
I'm the truth in the what I rap about I did it
I told Johnny put thirty pointers in my
I get it, I got it I'm makin a
my kitted Impala me hop it
I'm hittin on the bitches when I drive by
I'm knockin snitches in ditches when I do bys

Look if you wanna get paid, get that nigga
if you wanna ride blades, get that nigga
if you wanna Escalade, get that 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
gigs for eight five now I need my dough
look I'm straight off the where the fiends be geekin
I a cat who snort three O's every weekend
lawyers, and hide behind they occupations
cause at the first of the they be waiting
shiiit I take food stamps and all shit
and if that ain't a hustle what you call then(chump)
I'm a young ass nigga with alot of
I floss hard cause everyday I a different chain
I my hood and my niggaz who hold me down
besides Lil'J, Lil' Flip control the town