Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

T]
Yuh!
I'm sippin on 'notiq the color of Hulk man
And the blueberry 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 sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep like a Mercer
trip when they see the whip dippin by
The paint on it change 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 an end to camraderie
I'm lettin off heat, 'til them eyes get
Some gon' ricochet, some hit, y'all gon' get 'em
Fluids disperse out like refreshin club serum
I'm as bite venom but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your

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

T]
Streets is tough, but no hopscotch lines on the ground
burner shells, and police siren sounds
Niggaz know who I am in the town; it ain't a
But it might as well be, cause you know clown
I'm a terrain boss, I know most niggaz dawg
And if a nigga owe me change you give me it dawg
If you like you wanna leap, make like a frog
You niggaz lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's
I'm a stunna in game, a federal figure
Blowin in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a NASCAR winner Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad give a fuck about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for
The end result probably be, pinewood and flowers
So advise you deduct 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, shit we die
We lay low mechanics tryin to fix up rides
A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, I anger it's on
gon' be up missin or dead
I chop haters up, an old-ass sample
Or through your village, like Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm like piranhas on red meat, I'm on you
You afros? Then I guess I got to you niggaz
So break bread, when you see me dawg hit the
I'm like a nigga off the X,
always hollerin how gangsta they is
But got about as much as the Lion in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into pullin shanks on you Jake cats
Me and my hold it down man we go way back