Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Back

It's so
Ace
You ain't comin' here
Talkin' all that
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 mama
Act like I don't where 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
up with it, Khaled
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, his cheerin'?
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas gon' make me him
Make his body like he naked in a river
Matter fact I'm a leave him in the
Come and get him when winter
Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I done ya that
Rock boy over bags
Say you movin' slabs of crack
See nigga you a lie Pac is back
Man you niggas all
And you homies last
'Til your somethin' paper tags
Don't me slide the mask
To save blast, get his ass
You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a have to come round way
Nigga I'm real you all too
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 automatic
Now let me get 'em
I walk up in the place
Put the pace in ya
'em gimme that 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' like I don't know where you
Runnin' at ya mouth man, ya nigga's too
Tellin' all the niggas that you them thangs, what?
Y'ain't 'bout that lie. Y'ain't got no stride, naw
really grind, leave em in the streets
'Til the D boys find 'em, dumb
And they huggin' on the grind in the of this town
We g-g-get 'em
You comin' round here
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 where ya mama 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? Mothafuckas wanna
When I up in that rover
They know that it's
Big holes in ya body coasters
Creep, we deep with soldiers
Black to carry that toaster
Hot head, now callin' me folgers
But still creep in with the heaters, millimeters
Wanna see where yo at pop
Pop just me ace
Slump niggas, I'm a call you
clack now ya T-shirt red
Hand 'em an tampon, no batteries included know
The be hands on, it'll take yo mans on
his body slumped in the damn yard
(Get 'em)
You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all shit
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 know where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the spray