Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

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Yuh!
I'm sippin on that 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 just you and kids
I roll sick, my feel like helicopter propellers
And my run deep like a Mercer teller
Haters trip when they see the 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 an end to camraderie
I'm off heat, 'til them eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out like refreshin serum
I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far a snake
I'll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your

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

T]
Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch lines on the
Just burner shells, and police sounds
Niggaz who I am in the town; it ain't a circus
But it might as well be, cause you I'ma clown
I'm a terrain boss, I know 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, transparent like Wonder Woman's
I'm a stunna in game, a federal figure
Blowin in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a winner poppin Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad give a fuck about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain whole, clique for hours
The end will probably be, pinewood and flowers
So I'll advise you deduct your and powder
We gangsters and we jackin (yup!)

T]
S.T. D-Squad, G.G.D
Don't get it motherfucker yeah we do creep
We out thug, shit we don't die
We lay low like mechanics tryin to fix up
A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, when I anger on
Poodles be up missin or dead
I chop haters up, like an sample
Or creep your village, like Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm piranhas 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 dawg hit the
I'm like a nigga off the X,
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 burner hold it man we go way back