Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Back

It's so
Ace
You ain't comin' here
all that shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a have to round your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake
And a pistol ya mama 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 with it,
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, his cheerin'?
No talk, to get him
niggas gon' make me kill him
Make his body shiver like he naked in a
fact I'm a leave him in the river
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 you a lie like Pac is back
Man you all crap
And you homies last
your somethin' like paper tags
Don't me slide the mask
To from blast, get his ass
You ain't comin' here
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 like I know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the automatic
Now let me get 'em
When I up in the place
Put the pace in ya
Tell 'em gimme K
I know where they lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload K then we leave em and we find
'em in a of days
niggas know where you lay
Actin' I don't know where you stay
Runnin' at ya man, ya nigga's too fake
Tellin' all the niggas 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 they huggin' on the grind in the middle of town
We g-g-get 'em
You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a have to come your way
I'm real 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? wanna know
I pull up in that rover
They know that over
Big holes in ya body like
Creep, creep we with soldiers
Black holster to carry that
Hot head, now callin' me folgers
But still creep in with the heaters, millimeters
see where yo family at pop
Pop call me ace
Slump niggas, I'm a you dead
clack now ya T-shirt red
Hand 'em an tampon, no batteries included know
The be hands on, it'll take yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the damn
(Get 'em)
You ain't round here
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 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 I don't know where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic