Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

T]
Yuh!
I'm on that 'notiq the color of Hulk man
And the smoke got a nigga twerkin
You niggaz is perkin - so you doin it
You roll deep but when I see you it's just you and your
I roll sick, my rims feel like propellers
And my pockets run deep like a teller
Haters trip when see the whip dippin by
The paint on it like the I-95
I'm just Clyde, 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 lettin off heat, them eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, gon' get 'em
gon' disperse out like refreshin club serum
I'm deadly as venom but I'm far from a snake
hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your cake

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

T]
Streets is tough, but no hopscotch lines on the ground
burner shells, and police siren sounds
Niggaz 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 niggaz envious dawg
And if a owe me change you better give me it dawg
If you feelin you wanna leap, make like a frog
You lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's plane
I'm a stunna in this game, a federal
doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a NASCAR winner Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad don't give a about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain whole, clique for hours
The end result will probably be, and flowers
So I'll advise you deduct QP's and powder
We gangsters and we jackin (yup!)

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