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
y'all niggaz straight to the hood, come on walk with me

[Verse 1: Flip]
Nigga I can hit you from a away
cause my chopper bang like a from Dr.Dre
I'm creepin at night with a Ki of white
8'O clock till 5, come get what you like
from to X pills you know who got the best deal
I you fuckers this'll be my best year
canary stones got me lookin like a light
I ain't racist when it to diamonds cause I like white
my bezzel lookin like it ain't even for
but that's a lie 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 ridin-time to the weapons
the shell catchers, gloves, and teflons
cause when it's war goes
I'm a up nigga, nah I ain't a hoe

[Chorus: Lil'
I'm from da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I you would-da 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
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 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 how good 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 like 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 I'm a general
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 a profit
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 blades, get that money nigga
if you wanna Escalade, get that nigga
bitch I got it made, get that money nigga(oh boy)

[Verse 3: Flip]
it's one for the money, two for the show
three for eight five now I need my dough
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
at the first of the month they be waiting
shiiit I take food stamps and all that
and if ain't a hustle what you call that then(chump)
I'm a ass nigga with alot of game
I floss cause everyday I rock a different chain
I think my and my niggaz who hold me down
besides Lil'J, Lil' Flip the town [echoes]