Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

T]
Yuh!
I'm sippin on that the color of Hulk man
And the smoke got a nigga twerkin
You is perkin - so you doin it big?
You roll deep but when I see you it's just you and kids
I roll sick, my rims feel like propellers
And my pockets run deep like a teller
Haters trip when see the whip dippin by
The paint on it change the I-95
I'm Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint
heat for you niggaz and the po' for the
Gotti, I'm puttin an end to camraderie
I'm lettin off heat, 'til them eyes get
Some ricochet, some 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
I'll hit you up on birthday while you cuttin your cake

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We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the
The chains, the fuckin we with
We gangsters we'll come through your hood
a hundred deep and empty the clip
We gangsters nigga; we got 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 face

T]
Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch lines on the
Just burner shells, and police sounds
Niggaz know who I am in the town; it a circus
But it might as well be, you know I'ma 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 feelin like you wanna leap, make like a
You niggaz lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's
I'm a in this game, a federal figure
doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a NASCAR poppin Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad don't a fuck about nobody else
I a {?} to contain your whole, clique for hours
The end result will probably be, and flowers
So I'll advise you deduct your QP's and
We gangsters and we jackin (yup!)

T]
S.T. D-Squad, G.G.D
get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do creep
We out thug, shit we don't 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, like an sample
Or through 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
always hollerin how gangsta they is
But got about as much as the Lion in "The Wiz"
I'm into pullin shanks on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner hold it man we go way back