Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta

It's so

Ace

You comin' round here
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 where ya stay
Act I don't know where you lay
act right 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 with it,
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, his cheerin'?
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas gon' me kill him

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

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

And you homies won't
'Til your somethin' like tags
Don't me slide the mask
To save blast, get his ass

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

And a pistol 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 up in the place
Put the pace in ya
'em gimme that K

Fuck niggas and they really think
That I know where they lay tape they face
Pop pop, unload K then we leave em and we find
'em in a couple of

Pussy niggas where you lay
Actin' like I don't where you stay
at ya mouth man, ya nigga's too fake
Tellin' all the niggas you move 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 boys 'em, dumb niggas
And huggin' on the grind in the middle of this town
We gon' 'em

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

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

Now who am I? Mothafuckas wanna
When I pull up in that
know that it's over
Big holes in ya body like

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

Wanna see where yo at pop
Pop just me ace
Slump niggas, I'm a you dead
Click now ya T-shirt red

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

You comin' round here
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' you get all them 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 know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the automatic