Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Back

It's so
Ace
You ain't comin' here
Talkin' all that
'bout you get all them bricks
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
act right 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 gon' me kill him
Make his body shiver like he in a river
Matter fact I'm a him in the river
and get him when it's winter
Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I done told ya
Rock boy bitch bags
Say you movin' slabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like Pac is
Man you all crap
And you won't last
'Til your somethin' like paper
Don't make me slide the
To from blast, get his ass
You ain't round here
all that shit
Talkin' you get all them bricks
I'm a have to round your way
Nigga I'm real you all too
And a where ya mama stay
Act I don't 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
That I know where they lay duct they face
Pop pop, unload K then we leave em and we find
'em in a couple of
niggas know where you lay
Actin' like I don't know you stay
at ya mouth man, ya nigga's too fake
Tellin' all the niggas that you move them thangs,
Y'ain't 'bout that lie. huh? got no stride, naw
You'nt really grind, leave em in the
the D boys find 'em, dumb niggas
And huggin' on the grind in the middle of this town
We gon' 'em
You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all that
Talkin' you get all them bricks
I'm a have to round your way
I'm real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama
Act like I don't where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the spray
Now who am I? wanna know
When I pull up in that
They know that it's
Big in ya body like coasters
Creep, creep we with soldiers
Black holster to carry that
Hot head, now they callin' me
But still creep in with the heaters, millimeters
Wanna see where yo at pop
Pop call me ace
niggas, I'm a call you dead
Click clack now ya red
Hand 'em an tampon, no batteries included that
The clip be hands on, take yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the damn
(Get 'em)
You ain't comin' round
all that shit
Talkin' you get all them 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
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the automatic