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 come round way
I'm real 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

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

up with it, Khaled
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, his cheerin'?
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas gon' me kill him

Make his body shiver he naked in a river
Matter fact I'm a leave him in the
Come and get him when winter
Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I done ya that

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

And you won't last
your somethin' like paper tags
Don't make me slide the
To save blast, get his ass

You ain't comin' round
all that shit
Talkin' 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 like I don't where you lay
Betta act fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the spray

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

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

Pussy niggas know you lay
like I don't know where you stay
Runnin' at ya man, ya nigga's too fake
Tellin' all the that you move them thangs, what?

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

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

And a pistol where ya stay
Act I don't know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
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 body like

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

Wanna see where yo at pop
Pop call me ace
niggas, I'm a call you dead
Click 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 body slumped in the yard
(Get 'em)

You comin' round here
Talkin' all that
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 like I know where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic