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 perkin - so you it big?
You roll deep but when I see you it's you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter
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 Clyde, without 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 eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some hit, y'all gon' get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out refreshin club serum
I'm deadly as bite but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on your 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 nigga; we'll come your hood
a hundred and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga; we got for the beef
And my put you under the street
We gangsters so you better watch what you say
'Fore I the whole glock in your face

T]
Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch on the ground
Just shells, and police siren sounds
Niggaz know who I am in the town; it a circus
But it might as be, cause you know I'ma clown
I'm a terrain boss, I most niggaz envious dawg
And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it
If you feelin like you wanna leap, like a frog
You niggaz lame, like Wonder Woman's plane
I'm a in this game, a federal figure
Blowin in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm a NASCAR winner poppin Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad don't give a about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain whole, clique for hours
The end result will probably be, pinewood and
So advise you deduct 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, shit we die
We lay low like tryin to fix up rides
A lot of cats say I'm in the head, when I anger it's on
Poodles gon' be up or dead
I chop haters up, like an old-ass
Or creep through 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 break bread, when you see me hit the flo'
I'm like a nigga off the X,
Imitators always how gangsta they is
But got about as much courage as the in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into shanks on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner it down man we go way back