Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

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Yuh!
I'm sippin on that 'notiq the of Hulk man
And the smoke got a nigga twerkin
You is perkin - so you doin it big?
You roll deep but when I see you it's you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter
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 Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint
heat for you niggaz and the po' for the
Sean Gotti, I'm puttin an end to
I'm off heat, 'til them eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some hit, y'all gon' get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out like refreshin serum
I'm deadly as bite but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on your birthday you cuttin your cake

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We gangsters you see the cars, the whips
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 what you say
'Fore I the whole glock in your 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 ain't a
But it might as well be, cause you I'ma clown
I'm a terrain boss, I know most niggaz dawg
And if a nigga owe me you better give me it dawg
If you feelin like you leap, make like a frog
You niggaz lame, 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 don't give a fuck about else
I a {?} to contain your whole, clique for hours
The end result will be, pinewood 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
Don't get it motherfucker yeah we do creep
We ride out thug, 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 or dead
I chop haters up, 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 bread, when you see me dawg hit the flo'
I'm a nigga off the X, unpredicta-ble
Imitators always 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 burner hold it man we go way back