Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Back

It's so
Ace
You ain't comin' here
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a have to round your way
Nigga I'm real you all too
And a pistol where ya mama
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
Hol' up it, Khaled
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, where his
No talk, to get him
niggas gon' make me kill him
Make his shiver like he naked in a river
Matter fact I'm a him in the river
Come and get him it's winter
Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I done ya that
boy bitch over bags
Say you movin' them of crack
See nigga you a lie Pac is back
Man you all crap
And you homies won't
your somethin' like paper tags
Don't make me the mask
To from blast, get his ass
You ain't round here
all that shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a have to round your way
Nigga I'm real you all too
And a where ya mama stay
Act like I know 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 that K we leave em and we find
'em in a of days
Pussy know where you lay
Actin' I don't know where you stay
at ya mouth 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, leave em in the
'Til the D boys 'em, dumb niggas
And they on the grind in the middle of this town
We g-g-get 'em
You ain't 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 ya mama stay
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? Mothafuckas know
I pull up in that rover
They know that over
Big holes in ya body like
Creep, creep we deep with
Black holster to carry that
Hot head, now they callin' me
But still in Adidas with the heaters, millimeters
Wanna see yo family at pop
Pop call me ace
niggas, I'm a call you dead
Click now ya T-shirt red
Hand 'em an tampon, no batteries included that
The clip be hands on, take yo mans on
Leave his slumped in the damn yard
(Get 'em)
You ain't 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 mama
Act like I don't know you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the spray