Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Back

It's so
Ace
You ain't comin' round
all that shit
Talkin' you get all them bricks
I'm a have to come your way
I'm real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama
Act like I don't know you lay
Betta act 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 it, Khaled
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, where his
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas make me kill him
Make his shiver like he naked in a river
Matter I'm a leave him in the river
Come and get him it's winter
Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I told 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 won't
'Til your somethin' like paper
Don't me slide the mask
To save blast, get his ass
You ain't round here
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a have to come your way
Nigga I'm real you all too
And a where ya mama stay
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 pace in ya
Tell 'em that K
That I know where they lay duct tape 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 know where you stay
at ya mouth man, ya nigga's too fake
Tellin' all the niggas that you move thangs, what?
Y'ain't that 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 ain't round here
all that shit
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 don't where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the spray
Now who am I? Mothafuckas know
I pull up in that rover
They know it's over
Big holes in ya body like
Creep, creep we deep soldiers
Black holster to carry toaster
Hot head, now callin' 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 you dead
Click now ya T-shirt red
Hand 'em an tampon, no batteries know that
The clip be hands on, it'll take yo on
his body slumped in the damn yard
(Get 'em)
You ain't comin' here
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a have to come your way
I'm real you all too fake
And a where ya mama stay
Act like I don't where you lay
Betta act fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic