Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta

It's so

Ace

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

And a pistol where ya mama
Act like I don't know you lay
Betta act fo' I get uptight
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 it, Khaled
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, where his
No talk, to get him
Fake gon' make me kill him

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

Rock boy over bags
Say you movin' them slabs of
See nigga you a lie Pac is back
Man you all crap

And you homies last
'Til your somethin' 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 have to come round way
Nigga I'm you all too fake

And a pistol ya mama stay
Act like I don't know 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 pace in ya
Tell 'em gimme K

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

niggas know where you lay
Actin' like I know where you stay
Runnin' at ya mouth man, ya too fake
Tellin' all the niggas that you them thangs, what?

Y'ain't 'bout lie. huh? Y'ain't got no stride, naw
really grind, leave em in the streets
'Til the D find 'em, dumb niggas
And they huggin' on the grind in the middle of town
We g-g-get 'em

You comin' round here
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a have to round your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake

And a pistol ya mama stay
Act like I know where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic

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

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

Wanna see yo family at pop
Pop just me ace
Slump niggas, I'm a call you
clack now ya T-shirt red

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

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

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