Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

T]
Yuh!
I'm sippin on 'notiq the color of Hulk man
And the blueberry got a nigga twerkin
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 rims like helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep a Mercer teller
Haters when they 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 an end to camraderie
I'm lettin off heat, 'til eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out like club serum
I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far a snake
I'll hit you up on your while you cuttin your cake

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

T]
Streets is tough, but ain't no lines on the ground
Just burner shells, and siren sounds
Niggaz know who I am in the town; it a circus
But it might as be, cause you know I'ma clown
I'm a terrain boss, I know most envious dawg
And if a nigga owe me change you better me it dawg
If you like you wanna leap, make like a frog
You niggaz lame, transparent Wonder Woman's plane
I'm a stunna in game, a federal figure
doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a NASCAR poppin Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad give a fuck 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 your QP's and powder
We gangsters and we cowards (yup!)

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