Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

T]
Yuh!
I'm sippin on that 'notiq the of Hulk man
And the blueberry smoke got a nigga
You niggaz is perkin - so you doin it
You roll deep but when I see you it's you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims feel helicopter propellers
And my pockets run like a Mercer teller
Haters trip when see the whip dippin by
The on it change like the I-95
I'm just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the
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
Some gon' ricochet, gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em
Fluids disperse out like refreshin club serum
I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far from a
I'll hit you up on your birthday while you your cake

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We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the
The chains, the broads we with
We gangsters we'll come through your hood
a hundred and empty the whole 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
'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
know who I am in the town; it ain't a circus
But it might as well be, cause you know I'ma
I'm a terrain boss, I know niggaz envious dawg
And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it
If you like you wanna leap, make like a frog
You niggaz lame, transparent like Woman's plane
I'm a in this game, a federal figure
Blowin in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a NASCAR poppin Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad don't a fuck about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for
The end result probably be, pinewood and flowers
So I'll advise you deduct 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 cats say I'm sick in the head, when I it's on
Poodles gon' be up or dead
I chop up, like an old-ass 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 like a nigga off the X,
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 Jake
Me and my burner hold it down man we go way