Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Back

It's so
Ace
You ain't comin' here
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a have to come your way
Nigga I'm real you all too
And a pistol where ya stay
Act like I don't know 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, where his
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas gon' make me him
Make his body shiver he naked in a river
Matter fact I'm a him in the river
Come and get him it's winter
holla back, I'm gutta, I done told ya that
Rock boy over bags
Say you movin' them of crack
See you a lie like Pac is back
Man you niggas all
And you homies won't
'Til your somethin' paper tags
Don't make me 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 your way
I'm real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya stay
Act I don't know where you lay
Betta act 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 where they lay duct tape they
Pop pop, unload that K we leave em and we find
'em in a of days
Pussy niggas know you lay
Actin' like I don't where you stay
at ya mouth man, ya nigga's too fake
Tellin' all the niggas that you move thangs, what?
Y'ain't 'bout lie. huh? Y'ain't got no stride, naw
You'nt really grind, leave em in the
'Til the D boys find 'em, niggas
And huggin' on the grind in the middle of this town
We gon' 'em
You comin' round here
all that shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a have to come your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake
And a pistol where ya stay
Act like I don't where you lay
Betta act fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic
Now who am I? wanna know
When I up in that rover
know that it's over
Big holes in ya body like
Creep, creep we with soldiers
Black holster to that toaster
Hot head, now callin' me folgers
But still creep in with the heaters, millimeters
Wanna see yo family 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, it'll 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 to come round your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake
And a pistol where ya stay
Act like I don't know you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic