Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Back

It's so
Ace
You ain't comin' here
all that shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a have to come round way
I'm real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama
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 it, Khaled
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, where his
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas gon' make me him
Make his body shiver like he in a river
fact I'm a leave him in the river
Come and get him when winter
Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I told ya that
boy bitch over bags
Say you movin' them slabs of
See you a lie like Pac is back
Man you all crap
And you homies last
'Til somethin' like paper tags
make me slide the mask
To from blast, get his ass
You ain't comin' 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 where ya mama
Act like I know where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the spray
Now let me get 'em
I walk up in the place
Put the in ya face
Tell 'em that K
That I know they lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload that K then we em and we find
'em in a couple of
niggas know where you lay
Actin' like I don't know you stay
Runnin' at ya mouth man, ya nigga's too
Tellin' all the niggas that you them thangs, what?
Y'ain't 'bout lie. huh? Y'ain't got no stride, naw
You'nt really grind, leave em in the
'Til the D boys 'em, dumb niggas
And they on the grind in the middle of this town
We gon' 'em
You ain't round here
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a have to come your 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 who am I? Mothafuckas wanna
When I pull up in rover
They know that it's
Big holes in ya body coasters
Creep, we deep with soldiers
Black to carry that toaster
Hot head, now they me folgers
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 be hands on, it'll take yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the damn
(Get 'em)
You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a have to come your way
Nigga I'm real you all too
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