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 is perkin - so you doin 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 like a Mercer
Haters when they see the whip dippin by
The paint on it change like the
I'm Clyde, without 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 them eyes get
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out refreshin club serum
I'm deadly as venom but I'm far from a snake
hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your cake

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We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the
The chains, the broads we with
We gangsters nigga; we'll come through your
a hundred deep and the whole clip
We gangsters we got guns for the beef
And my put you under the street
We gangsters nigga; so you better what you say
'Fore I empty the whole in your face

T]
Streets is tough, but ain't no lines on the ground
Just burner shells, and siren sounds
Niggaz 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 most envious dawg
And if a nigga owe me you better give 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 this game, a figure
Blowin doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my
I'm like a winner poppin Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad don't a fuck about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain whole, clique for hours
The end will probably be, pinewood and flowers
So I'll you deduct your QP's and powder
We and we jackin cowards (yup!)

T]
S.T. D-Squad, G.G.D
get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do creep
We ride out thug, shit we die
We lay low like tryin to fix up rides
A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, when I it's on
gon' be up missin or dead
I chop haters up, an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, like 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 dawg hit the
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 into pullin shanks on you fake Jake
Me and my hold it down man we go way back