Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

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Yuh!
I'm on that 'notiq the color of Hulk man
And the blueberry smoke got a twerkin
You niggaz is perkin - so you doin it
You roll deep but I see you it's just you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims feel helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep like a teller
Haters trip when they see the whip 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 puttin an end to
I'm lettin off heat, 'til them get watery
Some gon' ricochet, gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em
gon' disperse out like refreshin club serum
I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far a snake
I'll hit you up on your birthday while you 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 your hood
a hundred deep and the whole clip
We gangsters we got guns for the beef
And my niggaz'll put you under the
We gangsters nigga; so you watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whole glock in your

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Streets is tough, but no hopscotch lines on the ground
Just shells, and police siren sounds
Niggaz know who I am in the town; it a circus
But it as well be, cause you know I'ma clown
I'm a terrain boss, I know most niggaz dawg
And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it
If you feelin like you wanna leap, make a frog
You niggaz lame, like Wonder Woman's plane
I'm a stunna in this game, a federal
doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a winner poppin Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad don't give a about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for
The end result will be, pinewood and flowers
So I'll advise you your QP's and powder
We gangsters and we jackin (yup!)

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S.T. D-Squad, G.G.D
Don't get it motherfucker yeah we do creep
We out thug, shit we don't die
We lay low like mechanics tryin to fix up
A lot of cats say I'm in the head, when I anger it's on
Poodles be up missin or dead
I chop haters up, like an sample
Or creep your village, like Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm like on red meat, I'm on you niggaz
You afros? I guess 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 hollerin how gangsta 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