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 doin it
You roll deep but when I see you it's just you and your
I sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep like a Mercer
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
for you niggaz and the po' for the mamis
Sean Gotti, I'm an end to camraderie
I'm lettin off heat, 'til eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some hit, y'all gon' get 'em
Fluids gon' out like refreshin club serum
I'm deadly as bite 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 broads we with
We gangsters nigga; we'll come through hood
a deep and empty the whole clip
We gangsters we got guns for the beef
And my put you under the street
We gangsters 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 shells, and police siren sounds
Niggaz know who I am in the it ain't a circus
But it as well be, cause you know I'ma clown
I'm a terrain boss, I know niggaz envious dawg
And if a nigga owe me change you better me it dawg
If you like you wanna leap, make like a frog
You niggaz lame, transparent Wonder Woman's plane
I'm a stunna in game, a federal figure
doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a NASCAR winner Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad give a fuck about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain whole, clique for hours
The end result will probably be, pinewood and
So I'll advise you your QP's and powder
We gangsters and we cowards (yup!)

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S.T. D-Squad, G.G.D
Don't get it twisted 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
Poodles gon' be up missin or
I haters up, like an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, like in "Rambo"
I'm like on red meat, I'm on you niggaz
You afros? Then I I got to comb you niggaz
So break bread, when you see me hit the flo'
I'm like a off the X, unpredicta-ble
Imitators hollerin how gangsta they is
But got about as much courage as the in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm pullin shanks on you fake Jake cats
Me and my hold it down man we go way back