Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Butta

Yo, we do it like this
Straight out the parts they disregard
considered okay

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

The river with the rest of the kids
That did business la familians
ya touched, down the cut
Blunts whole through tea bags

Blowin' bubbles out the end
Mud in your piles, flamin' hotter than Dust Valley
The gateway to where ever sick tickle desire
The gangsters of this century
hustlers and players into sissies

So goodie, you don't want no drug boy
leave you barefooted and pregnant
Don't get too comfortable you ain't gon be here too
G's get up and die

Most lie in own surreal home
the tree on the map
This one individual he was the Grim Reaper
Swole, couldn't nobody put a on his naps

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

Palms feel bricks, peeling from distributing crack
snatchers and goo-gobblers struggle
To stay on top of sand
mouths born with silver spoons

Make bed you gotta sleep in it
But stakes
soda kept the knees clean
Narrow a ravine

[Incomprehensible] fell good
Last hole, green worn, body in two
Left by oh-no, soul gone
Disappeared like the

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

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

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

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

Paper capers, hurt them brothers to obtain
If I can't refrain 'cause some of these snortin' cain
And don't 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 Maggies muffin'
Where the kid do the
Silly of young niggaz watching me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now remember, shit, you died tonight
And I would've in the right
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 drop me off at the house