Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

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Yuh!
I'm sippin on 'notiq the color of Hulk man
And the blueberry got a nigga twerkin
You is perkin - so you doin it big?
You roll deep but when I see you it's you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims feel like propellers
And my pockets run deep like a Mercer
Haters trip when see the whip dippin by
The paint on it like the I-95
I'm just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the
heat for you niggaz and the po' for the
Gotti, I'm puttin an end to camraderie
I'm lettin off heat, them eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all get 'em
Fluids disperse out like refreshin club serum
I'm deadly as venom but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on your while you cuttin your cake

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

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

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S.T. D-Squad, G.G.D
Don't get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do
We ride out thug, shit we die
We lay low mechanics tryin to fix up rides
A lot of say I'm sick in the head, when I anger it's on
Poodles gon' be up missin or
I haters up, like an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, like 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 a nigga off the X, unpredicta-ble
Imitators always hollerin how gangsta is
But got as much courage as the Lion in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into pullin on you fake Jake cats
Me and my hold it down man we go way back