Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Back

It's so
Ace
You ain't round here
Talkin' all that
Talkin' you get all them bricks
I'm a have to come round way
Nigga I'm 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 spray
(Get 'em)
Boy, ya go
(Get 'em)
Boy, ya go
Blocka, blocka, blocka,
Boy, you go
up with it, Khaled
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, where his
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas make me kill him
his body 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 done ya that
Rock boy over bags
Say you movin' them of crack
See you a lie like Pac is back
Man you all crap
And you homies won't
'Til your somethin' like paper
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 come round way
Nigga I'm you all too fake
And a pistol where ya stay
Act like I don't where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
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
That I know they lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload K then we leave em and we find
'em in a couple of
Pussy niggas where you lay
like I don't know where you stay
Runnin' at ya mouth man, ya too fake
Tellin' all the that you move them thangs, what?
Y'ain't 'bout that lie. Y'ain't got no stride, naw
really grind, leave em in the streets
'Til the D find 'em, dumb niggas
And they huggin' on the grind in the of this town
We g-g-get 'em
You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a have to come your way
I'm real you all too fake
And a pistol ya mama stay
Act I don't know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the spray
Now who am I? Mothafuckas wanna
I pull up in that rover
They know that over
Big holes in ya like coasters
Creep, creep we with soldiers
Black holster to carry that
Hot head, now callin' me folgers
But still creep in Adidas with the heaters,
see where yo family at pop
Pop call me ace
Slump niggas, I'm a you dead
Click now ya T-shirt red
Hand 'em an tampon, no batteries included know
The clip be hands on, take yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the yard
(Get 'em)
You ain't comin' here
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a have to round your way
I'm real 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