Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

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Yuh!
I'm sippin on 'notiq the color 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 sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellers
And my run deep like a Mercer teller
trip when they see the whip dippin by
The paint on it change like the
I'm just Clyde, 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, 'til them eyes get
Some gon' ricochet, gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em
gon' disperse out like refreshin club serum
I'm as bite 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 you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the fuckin we with
We gangsters nigga; we'll 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 your

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Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch lines on the
Just burner shells, and police sounds
Niggaz know who I am in the 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 you better give me it dawg
If you feelin like you wanna leap, make a frog
You lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's plane
I'm a stunna in this game, a figure
Blowin in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a NASCAR winner Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad don't give a fuck about nobody
I pull a {?} to contain whole, clique for hours
The end result will be, pinewood and flowers
So I'll you deduct your QP's and powder
We gangsters and we cowards (yup!)

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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 mechanics tryin to fix up
A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, when I it's on
Poodles gon' be up missin or
I chop haters up, an old-ass sample
Or through your village, like Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm like on red meat, I'm on you niggaz
You Then I guess I got to comb you niggaz
So break bread, when you see me hit the flo'
I'm a nigga off the X, unpredicta-ble
always hollerin how gangsta they is
But got about as courage as the Lion in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm pullin shanks on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner hold it down man we go way