Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

T]
Yuh!
I'm sippin on 'notiq the color of Hulk man
And the blueberry smoke got a nigga
You niggaz is - so you doin it big?
You deep but when I see you it's just you and your kids
I sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep like a Mercer
Haters when they see the whip dippin by
The paint on it change like the
I'm just Clyde, the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint
heat for you and the po' for the mamis
Gotti, I'm puttin an end to camraderie
I'm lettin off heat, 'til them get watery
Some gon' ricochet, gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out like refreshin serum
I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far from a
I'll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your

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

T]
Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch on the ground
Just burner shells, and siren sounds
Niggaz know who I am in the town; it a circus
But it might as well be, cause you I'ma clown
I'm a terrain boss, I know most niggaz envious
And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it
If you feelin like you wanna leap, make like a
You niggaz lame, transparent like Wonder plane
I'm a stunna in this game, a figure
Blowin doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my
I'm like a NASCAR winner poppin Mo' and
D-Squad don't give a fuck about 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
Don't get it motherfucker yeah we do creep
We out thug, shit we don't die
We lay low mechanics 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 up, like an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm like on red meat, I'm on you niggaz
You afros? Then I 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"
I'm into pullin shanks on you fake Jake cats
Me and my hold it down man we go way back