Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Back

It's so
Ace
You comin' round here
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a to come round your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama
Act like I don't where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
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 with it,
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, where his
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas gon' me kill him
Make his body shiver he naked in a river
Matter fact I'm a leave him in the
Come and get him when winter
Nigga back, I'm gutta, I done told ya that
Rock boy bitch over
Say you movin' them of crack
See you a lie like Pac is back
Man you all crap
And you homies last
'Til your somethin' like paper
Don't make me slide the
To save blast, get his ass
You ain't comin' round
all that 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 mama
Act I don't know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the spray
Now let me get 'em
When I up in the place
Put the pace in ya
'em gimme that K
That I know where they lay duct they face
Pop pop, unload that K we leave em and we find
'em in a couple of
Pussy niggas know you lay
Actin' 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. huh? got no stride, naw
You'nt grind, leave em in the streets
'Til the D find 'em, dumb niggas
And they huggin' on the grind in the middle of town
We g-g-get 'em
You ain't comin' here
Talkin' all that
'bout you get all them bricks
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
Now who am I? wanna know
I pull up in that rover
They know that it's
Big holes in ya body like
Creep, creep we deep soldiers
Black holster to carry that
Hot head, now they me folgers
But still in Adidas with the heaters, millimeters
see where yo family at pop
Pop call me ace
Slump niggas, I'm a call you
Click now ya T-shirt red
Hand 'em an tampon, no batteries included know
The be hands on, it'll take yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the yard
(Get 'em)
You comin' round here
Talkin' all 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 mama
Act like I don't where you lay
Betta act fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the spray