Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

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Yuh!
I'm sippin on that 'notiq the 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 your
I roll sick, my rims feel like propellers
And my pockets run like a Mercer teller
Haters trip when they see the dippin by
The paint on it change like the
I'm just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the
heat for you and the po' for the mamis
Gotti, I'm puttin an end to camraderie
I'm off heat, 'til them eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em
Fluids gon' out like refreshin club serum
I'm deadly as venom but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your

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

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Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch on the ground
Just burner shells, and police siren
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 envious dawg
And if a owe me change you better give me it dawg
If you feelin like you wanna leap, like a frog
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 winner poppin Mo' and Bill{?}
don't give a fuck about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for
The end will 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 twisted motherfucker we do creep
We ride out thug, we don't die
We lay low like mechanics to fix up rides
A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, I anger it's on
Poodles gon' be up or dead
I chop haters up, an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, like in "Rambo"
I'm piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggaz
You afros? Then I guess I got to comb you
So break bread, when you see me dawg hit the
I'm like a nigga off the X,
Imitators hollerin how gangsta 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