Luyện nghe bài hát Da Gudda

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

1: Lil' Flip]
Nigga I can hit you from a away
cause my chopper bang 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 to X pills you know who got the best deal
I guarantee you fuckers be my best year
stones got me lookin like a night light
I ain't racist when it comes to diamonds cause I like
my lookin like it ain't even paid for
but that's a lie bitch I got paper
I'm from the ghetto, the gudda where the hang
I'm with ya wife fuckin up ya bed
you ridin, I'm to grab the weapons
the shell catchers, gloves, and teflons
cause it's war anything goes
I'm a stand up nigga, nah I a hoe

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

[Verse 2: Lil'
Ay alot of niggaz on me cause of the jewels I got
so just face reality 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
after she give you head and massage you nigga
I play the game like a pro it come to the streets
and the make you leak when it come to the beef...ca'peesh
look, listen when I talk I'm a general
I ya OG's smart enough to let you know
I'm the truth in the booth what I rap I did it
I told put thirty pointers in my fitted
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 snitches 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 wanna Escalade, get that nigga
bitch I got it made, get that money nigga(oh boy)

[Verse 3: Flip]
Look 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 snort three O's every
lawyers, and doctors hide they occupations
cause at the of the month they be waiting
shiiit I take food stamps and all shit
and if that ain't a hustle you call that 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, Flip control the town [echoes]