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 nigga
You niggaz is perkin - so you it big?
You roll but when 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 Mercer
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 off heat, 'til them eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out refreshin club serum
I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far 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 come through your
a deep and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the
And my niggaz'll put you the street
We gangsters nigga; so you watch what you say
I empty the whole glock in your face

T]
Streets is tough, but ain't no lines on the ground
burner shells, and police siren sounds
Niggaz know who I am in the it ain't a circus
But it might as 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 me it dawg
If you feelin you wanna leap, make like a frog
You niggaz lame, transparent like Woman's plane
I'm a stunna in game, a federal figure
Blowin doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my
I'm like a NASCAR winner poppin Mo' and
D-Squad don't a fuck about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain whole, clique for hours
The end result probably 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, shit we die
We lay low like mechanics to fix up rides
A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, when I anger on
Poodles be up missin or dead
I chop haters up, like an old-ass
Or creep through your village, like in "Rambo"
I'm piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggaz
You Then I guess I got to comb you niggaz
So break bread, you see me dawg hit the flo'
I'm like a nigga off the X,
Imitators always hollerin how they is
But got about as much courage as the in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into pullin shanks on you fake Jake
Me and my burner it down man we go way back