Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Back

It's so
Ace
You comin' round here
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a have to round your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake
And a where 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
(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 gon' make me him
Make his body shiver like he naked in a
Matter fact I'm a him in the river
Come and get him when it's
Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I done told ya
Rock boy over bags
Say you them slabs of crack
See you a lie like Pac is back
Man you niggas all
And you won't last
'Til your somethin' paper tags
Don't make me the mask
To save blast, get his ass
You ain't comin' round
all that shit
Talkin' you get all them bricks
I'm a to come round 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 spray
Now let me get 'em
When I walk up in the
Put the in ya face
Tell 'em that K
That I know where lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload K then we leave em and we find
'em in a of days
Pussy know where you lay
Actin' like I don't where you stay
Runnin' at ya man, ya nigga's too fake
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, em in the streets
'Til the D boys find 'em, dumb
And they on the grind in the middle of this town
We gon' 'em
You ain't comin' 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 pistol where ya stay
Act I don't know where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic
Now who am I? wanna know
When I pull up in rover
They know that over
Big holes in ya body like
Creep, we deep with soldiers
Black holster to carry toaster
Hot head, now they callin' me
But creep in Adidas with the heaters, millimeters
Wanna see yo family at pop
Pop call me ace
Slump niggas, I'm a call you
clack now ya T-shirt red
Hand 'em an tampon, no batteries included know
The clip be hands on, it'll yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the damn
(Get 'em)
You comin' round here
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a to come round your way
Nigga I'm real you all too
And a pistol where ya stay
Act I don't know where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic