Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Back

It's so
Ace
You comin' round here
all that shit
Talkin' you get all them bricks
I'm a to come round your way
Nigga I'm real you all too
And a where ya mama stay
Act like I know 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
Hol' up it, Khaled
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, where his
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas make me kill him
Make his body shiver like he naked in a
Matter fact I'm a leave him in the
Come and get him when winter
holla back, I'm gutta, I done told ya that
Rock boy bitch bags
Say you movin' them slabs of
See you a lie like Pac is back
Man you all crap
And you homies last
'Til your somethin' paper tags
Don't me slide the mask
To from blast, get his ass
You ain't comin' here
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a have to come your way
I'm real you all too fake
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 in ya face
Tell 'em gimme K
That I know where they lay duct tape face
Pop pop, unload that K then we leave em and we
'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, em in the streets
'Til the D boys find 'em, dumb
And they huggin' on the grind in the of this town
We gon' 'em
You comin' round here
Talkin' all that
'bout you get all them bricks
I'm a have to round your way
Nigga I'm real you all too
And a pistol ya mama stay
Act like I know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the automatic
Now who am I? wanna know
I pull up in that rover
They know it's over
Big holes in ya body coasters
Creep, we deep with soldiers
holster to carry that toaster
Hot head, now they me folgers
But creep in Adidas 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 know
The clip be hands on, it'll take yo on
his body slumped in the damn yard
(Get 'em)
You ain't comin' here
Talkin' all that
'bout you get all them bricks
I'm a have to come round way
Nigga I'm real you all too
And a pistol ya mama stay
Act like I don't know you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the automatic