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 twerkin
You niggaz is perkin - so you it big?
You roll deep but when I see you it's just you and your
I roll sick, my feel like helicopter propellers
And my run deep like a Mercer teller
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 niggaz and the po' for the
Sean Gotti, I'm puttin an end to
I'm lettin off heat, them eyes get watery
gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out like club serum
I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far from a
I'll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin cake

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

T]
Streets is tough, but no hopscotch lines on the ground
Just burner shells, and siren sounds
Niggaz know who I am in the town; it ain't a
But it might as well be, cause you I'ma clown
I'm a terrain boss, I most niggaz envious dawg
And if a nigga owe me you better give me it dawg
If you feelin like you wanna leap, like a frog
You lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's plane
I'm a stunna in this game, a figure
Blowin in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a winner poppin Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad don't give a fuck nobody else
I pull a {?} to your whole, clique for hours
The end will probably be, pinewood and flowers
So advise you deduct your QP's and powder
We and we jackin cowards (yup!)

T]
S.T. D-Squad, G.G.D
Don't get it twisted yeah we do creep
We ride out thug, shit we die
We lay low like tryin to fix up rides
A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, when I anger on
gon' be up missin or dead
I chop haters up, an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm like piranhas on red meat, I'm on you
You afros? I guess 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 always how gangsta they is
But got about as much as the Lion in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into pullin on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner hold it down man we go way