Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta

It's so

Ace

You ain't round here
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a have to round your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake

And a pistol ya mama stay
Act like I don't know you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the spray

(Get 'em)
Boy, ya go
(Get 'em)
Boy, ya go
Blocka, blocka, blocka,
Boy, you go

Hol' up with it,
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, where his
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas gon' make me him

Make his body shiver like he in a river
Matter fact I'm a leave him in the
and get him when it's winter
Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I told ya that

Rock boy bitch over
Say you movin' them of crack
See you a lie like Pac is back
Man you niggas all

And you homies last
'Til somethin' like paper tags
Don't make me the mask
To from blast, get his ass

You ain't round here
all that shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a to come round your way
I'm real you all too fake

And a where ya mama stay
Act I don't know where you lay
Betta act fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic

Now let me get 'em
When I walk up in the
Put the in ya face
'em gimme that K

Fuck and they really don't think
That I know where lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, that K then we leave em and we find
'em in a of days

niggas know where you lay
Actin' like I don't where you stay
Runnin' at ya mouth man, ya too fake
Tellin' all the niggas that you move them thangs,

Y'ain't 'bout that lie. Y'ain't got no stride, naw
really grind, leave em in the streets
'Til the D boys 'em, dumb niggas
And they huggin' on the grind in the middle of this
We gon' 'em

You ain't comin' round
all that shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a have to round your way
Nigga I'm real you all too

And a pistol ya mama stay
Act like I don't where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the spray

Now who am I? Mothafuckas know
I pull up in that rover
They know it's over
Big in ya body like coasters

Creep, creep we deep with
holster to carry that toaster
Hot head, now callin' me folgers
But still in Adidas with the heaters, millimeters

Wanna see yo family at pop
Pop call me ace
niggas, I'm a call you dead
Click clack now ya red

Hand 'em an tampon, no batteries included know
The clip be on, it'll take yo mans on
Leave his slumped in the damn yard
(Get 'em)

You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all that
'bout you get all them bricks
I'm a have to come round way
Nigga I'm you all too fake

And a pistol where ya stay
Act I don't know where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic