Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

T]
Yuh!
I'm sippin on 'notiq the color of Hulk man
And the blueberry smoke got a twerkin
You niggaz is - so you doin it big?
You roll deep but when I see you just you and your kids
I roll sick, my feel like helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep like a teller
trip when they see the whip dippin by
The paint on it change the I-95
I'm just Clyde, the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint
heat for you and the po' for the mamis
Gotti, I'm puttin an end to camraderie
I'm lettin off heat, 'til them eyes get
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, gon' get 'em
Fluids gon' out like refreshin club serum
I'm deadly as bite but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on birthday while you cuttin your cake

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We nigga; you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the fuckin broads we
We gangsters nigga; we'll through your hood
a hundred deep and empty the clip
We nigga; we got guns for the beef
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 ain't no hopscotch on the ground
burner shells, and police 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 niggaz dawg
And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it
If you feelin like you wanna leap, make like a
You lame, transparent like 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 your whole, clique for hours
The end will probably be, pinewood and flowers
So I'll advise you deduct your QP's and
We gangsters and we jackin (yup!)

T]
S.T. D-Squad, G.G.D
Don't get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do
We out thug, shit we don't die
We lay low like tryin to fix up rides
A lot of say I'm sick in the head, when I anger it's on
Poodles gon' be up missin or
I chop haters up, like an sample
Or creep through your village, Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm like 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 like a nigga off the X,
Imitators always hollerin how they is
But got about as much as the Lion in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm pullin shanks on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner it down man we go way back