Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

T]
Yuh!
I'm sippin on that the color of Hulk man
And the blueberry smoke got a 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 feel like helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep a Mercer teller
Haters when they see the whip dippin by
The on it change like the I-95
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
Fluids gon' disperse out like refreshin serum
I'm as bite venom but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on birthday while you cuttin your cake

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

T]
Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch 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 dawg
And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it
If you like you wanna leap, make like a frog
You niggaz lame, transparent like 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 NASCAR winner Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad give a fuck about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for
The end will probably be, pinewood and flowers
So I'll advise you deduct 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 mechanics to fix up rides
A lot of say I'm sick in the head, when I anger it's on
Poodles be up missin or dead
I chop haters up, like an sample
Or creep through your village, Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm like piranhas on red meat, I'm on you
You Then I guess I got to comb you niggaz
So break bread, when you see me dawg hit the
I'm like a nigga off the X,
always hollerin how gangsta they is
But got about as courage as the Lion in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into pullin on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner hold it man we go way back