Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Butta

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

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

The hoochie river with the rest of the
That did business outside la
ya touched, down the cut
Blunts roastin' whole through tea

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

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

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

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

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

Make bed you gotta sleep in it
But made
Baking soda kept the knees
Narrow a ravine

fell good news
Last hole, jacket worn, body in two
Left by oh-no, been gone
like the dune

Once the temperature
But I'm with my Lawd, please grits, ship
Half the pipes are gettin' sold out convenience
Where ya at now? around trying to sniff out sounds

Well, rounded kept you strictly for your ear
The are gettin' closer to the [Incomprehensible] now can you hear?
I smell fear and even if your eyes was
Your ass catch your tear

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

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

Paper capers, never hurt them brothers to
If I refrain 'cause some of these niggaz snortin' cain
And really don't know 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 young niggaz me

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

So to speak, I'm more like a when it was done
To approach my
Be on that Rossie like The
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, and plates?

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

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

Late one night I was in a white Acura Legendary
I got that thang with me, 'cause necessary
Shit, I was just ridin', even thinking out collidin'
But I kept seeing the same headlights running signs and red lights

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

You would try to take from me, my nigga I ain't no
I value of our lives 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 could've tonight
And I would've been in the
I ain't even you could just drop me off at the house
'Cause I ain't dying by nothin' like this

cool my nigga
You could just drop me off at the