Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Butta

Yo, we gon' do it like
Straight out the that they disregard
Never considered

Now don't get mad, nigga get
Goodie got brand new trash bags, dag
And they know where to dump ass
In the

The hoochie river the rest of the kids
That did outside la familians
ya touched, down the cut
Blunts roastin' whole tea bags

Blowin' out the wrong end
Mud in stool piles, flamin' hotter than Dust Valley
The gateway to where ever your tickle desire
The of this other century
Transforming hustlers and players into

So slim goodie, you want no drug boy
He'll leave you and pregnant
get too comfortable you ain't gon be here too long
G's get up and die

lie in they own surreal home
Trust the on the map
This one thought he was the Grim Reaper
Swole, couldn't put a finger on his naps

Now he up the bridge stankin' in his birthday suit
Used to always about how he was gon' do a brother
Beat him to the punch-line,
forced into early retirement at the age of twenty-six

Palms feel like bricks, peeling distributing crack
Crumb snatchers and struggle
To on top of sand dunes
mouths born with silver spoons

Make bed you gotta sleep in it
But stakes
Baking soda the knees clean
like a ravine

[Incomprehensible] fell news
hole, green jacket worn, body in two
Left by oh-no, soul been
Disappeared the dune

the temperature rise
But I'm with my Lawd, please grits, still
Half the are gettin' sold out convenience stores
Where ya at Coming around trying to sniff out sounds

Well, rounded kept you strictly for your ear
The dogs are gettin' to the [Incomprehensible] now can you hear?
I smell fear and if your eyes was closed
ass couldn't catch your tear

Lies, straws, and plates
Nicks, dimes, fifties, and
Why can't I
These lies, straws, and plates?

In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with
Upon the map in the
Where this cat's to sniff me out
I'm in the southwest working all about

capers, never hurt them brothers to obtain
If I can't refrain 'cause of these niggaz snortin' cain
And really know which way to go
Confused, you'll anybody for a fix

Hits go for ten bucks, go for and they good and plenty
Fat baggies like Maggies
the kid do the stuffin'
Silly of these niggaz watching me

As I turn into solitaire
up my hair, pray to God I don't have to do him
Like I never or had no clue to who you was
'Cuz, face to face a scar engraved upon his left cheek

So to speak, I'm more like a icon when it was
To my mosse
Be on that like The Click
So I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get off it

Lies, straws, and plates
Nicks, dimes, fifties, and
Why I escape
These lies, straws, mirrors and

Nigga I ain't shit, I just how to rhyme a little bit
please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit
Now I got a dough but it ain't that much more
Than other nigga I know

We all still po, I don't sell dope, I sell
You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a
you gon see me on MLK and on T.V.
I ain't got no fear, my nigga I was born to wait right

one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary
I got thang with me, 'cause it's necessary
Shit, I was ridin', wasn't even thinking out collidin'
But I seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights

I don't prepared myself to die if it's my to go
He said, "You know it is, you done seen it before"
sad, of course I'ma be mad
Well, here you can have it god if you want it that bad

You would try to take me, my nigga I ain't no star
I value both of our more than this car
You nigga, I used to be you
and I'd bust a hole in your chest, somebody could see through

Now remember, shit, you died tonight
And I would've been in the
I ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the
'Cause I ain't really by nothin' like this

Everythang my nigga
You could just me off at the house