Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

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Yuh!
I'm sippin on that 'notiq the of Hulk man
And the blueberry smoke got a nigga
You niggaz is - so you doin it big?
You roll deep but when I see you it's just you and your
I roll sick, my feel like helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep like a Mercer
Haters trip when they see the whip by
The paint on it change like the
I'm Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint
for you niggaz and the po' for the mamis
Sean Gotti, I'm puttin an end to
I'm off heat, 'til them eyes get watery
gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out like refreshin club
I'm deadly as bite but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your

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We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the
The chains, the fuckin broads we
We gangsters we'll come through your hood
a hundred and empty the whole clip
We nigga; we got guns for the beef
And my put you under the street
We gangsters so you better watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whole glock in face

T]
Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch lines on the
Just burner shells, and police sounds
know who I am in the town; it ain't a circus
But it might as well be, you know I'ma clown
I'm a terrain boss, I know most niggaz dawg
And if a owe me change you better give me it dawg
If you feelin like you wanna leap, make like a
You niggaz lame, transparent Wonder Woman's plane
I'm a in this game, a federal figure
Blowin doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my
I'm like a NASCAR winner Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad don't give a about nobody else
I pull a {?} to your whole, clique for hours
The end will probably be, pinewood and flowers
So advise you deduct your QP's and powder
We and we jackin cowards (yup!)

T]
S.T. D-Squad, G.G.D
Don't get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do
We ride out thug, shit we die
We lay low like tryin to fix up rides
A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, I anger it's on
Poodles gon' be up or dead
I chop haters up, an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, like in "Rambo"
I'm piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggaz
You afros? Then I guess I got to you niggaz
So break bread, when you see me hit the flo'
I'm a nigga off the X, unpredicta-ble
Imitators always how gangsta they is
But got about as much as the Lion in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into pullin on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner hold it down man we go way