Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Back

It's so
Ace
You ain't comin' round
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 pistol where ya stay
Act like I don't where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the automatic
(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, his cheerin'?
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas gon' me kill him
Make his body like he naked 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 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 won't
'Til somethin' like paper tags
make me slide the mask
To save blast, get his ass
You ain't comin' 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 pistol where ya mama
Act like I don't know you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the automatic
Now let me get 'em
I walk up in the place
Put the pace in ya
Tell 'em gimme K
That I know where lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload that K we leave em and we find
'em in a of days
Pussy niggas know you lay
Actin' like I don't where you stay
Runnin' at ya mouth man, ya nigga's too
Tellin' all the niggas that you them thangs, what?
Y'ain't 'bout that lie. Y'ain't got no stride, naw
You'nt really grind, em in the streets
'Til the D find 'em, dumb niggas
And they on the grind in the middle of this town
We gon' 'em
You ain't comin' 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 where ya mama stay
Act like I know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the automatic
Now who am I? Mothafuckas wanna
When I up in that rover
They know that over
Big holes in ya body coasters
Creep, creep we with soldiers
Black holster to carry that
Hot head, now they callin' me
But creep in Adidas with the heaters, millimeters
Wanna see where yo 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 know that
The clip be on, it'll take yo mans on
his body slumped in the damn yard
(Get 'em)
You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all shit
'bout 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 where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic