Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

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

The Game]
We nigga; you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the broads we with
We gangsters nigga; we'll come 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 watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whole glock in 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, cause you know clown
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 Wonder plane
I'm a in this game, a federal figure
Blowin doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my
I'm like a winner poppin Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad don't give a fuck nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain whole, clique for hours
The end result 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 ride out thug, we don't die
We lay low like mechanics tryin to fix up
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 creep through village, like Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggaz
You afros? Then I I got to comb you niggaz
So break bread, when you see me hit the flo'
I'm like a nigga off the X,
Imitators hollerin how gangsta they is
But got about as courage as the Lion in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into pullin on you fake Jake cats
Me and my hold it down man we go way back