Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

T]
Yuh!
I'm sippin on that 'notiq the color of man
And the smoke got a nigga twerkin
You is perkin - so you doin it big?
You roll but when I see you it's just you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter
And my pockets run like a Mercer teller
Haters trip when they see the whip 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
Sean Gotti, I'm an end to camraderie
I'm lettin off heat, 'til them get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some hit, y'all gon' get 'em
gon' disperse out like refreshin club serum
I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far a snake
I'll hit you up on your birthday you cuttin your cake

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

T]
Streets is tough, but no hopscotch lines on the ground
burner shells, and police siren sounds
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 niggaz envious
And if a owe me change you better give me it dawg
If you feelin like you wanna leap, make like a
You lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's plane
I'm a stunna in 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 fuck about nobody
I pull a {?} to contain your whole, for hours
The end result will be, pinewood and flowers
So I'll you deduct your QP's and powder
We and we jackin cowards (yup!)

T]
S.T. D-Squad, G.G.D
get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do creep
We out thug, shit 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
gon' be up missin or dead
I chop up, like an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggaz
You Then I guess I got to comb you niggaz
So break bread, when you see me dawg hit the
I'm like a off the X, unpredicta-ble
Imitators hollerin how gangsta they is
But got as much courage as the Lion in "The Wiz"
I'm into pullin shanks on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner hold it man we go way back