Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Back

It's so
Ace
You comin' round here
all that shit
Talkin' you get all them bricks
I'm a have to come your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake
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 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 gon' make me kill him
Make his body shiver he naked in a river
fact I'm a leave him in the river
Come and get him when winter
Nigga back, I'm gutta, I done told ya that
Rock boy bitch bags
Say you movin' them of crack
See nigga you a lie Pac is back
Man you all crap
And you homies last
'Til your somethin' paper tags
make me slide the mask
To save blast, get his ass
You comin' round here
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a have to round your way
I'm real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama
Act I don't know 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
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 know where you
Runnin' at ya man, ya nigga's too fake
all the niggas that you move them thangs, what?
Y'ain't that lie. huh? Y'ain't got no stride, naw
You'nt really grind, em in the streets
'Til the D boys find 'em, niggas
And huggin' on the grind in the middle of this town
We gon' 'em
You comin' round here
all that shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a have to come round 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 automatic
Now who am I? wanna know
When I up in that rover
They that it's over
Big holes in ya body coasters
Creep, creep we deep soldiers
holster to carry that toaster
Hot head, now they callin' me
But still in Adidas with the heaters, millimeters
see where yo family at pop
Pop just me ace
Slump niggas, I'm a you dead
Click now ya T-shirt red
Hand 'em an tampon, no batteries included that
The clip be hands on, take yo mans on
Leave his slumped in the damn yard
(Get '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 you all too fake
And a where ya mama stay
Act like I don't know you lay
Betta act fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the spray