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
got them brand new trash bags, dag
And they where to dump that ass
In the

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

bubbles out the wrong end
Mud in your stool piles, flamin' hotter than Dust
The gateway to where ever your sick desire
The of this other century
Transforming hustlers and players 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 too long
G's get up and die

Most lie in they own surreal
the tree on the map
This one individual thought he was the Reaper
Swole, nobody put a finger on his naps

Now he up under the bridge stankin' in his birthday
Used to always holler 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 from crack
Crumb snatchers and struggle
To stay on top of sand
'Cause mouths born with spoons

your bed you gotta sleep in it
But made
Baking soda kept the clean
Narrow like a

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

the temperature rise
But I'm with my Lawd, grits, still ship
Half the pipes are gettin' sold out stores
ya at now? Coming around trying to sniff out sounds

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

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

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

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

go for ten bucks, go for twenty and they good and plenty
Fat baggies Maggies muffin'
the kid do the stuffin'
Silly of these young niggaz me

As I figures into solitaire
up my hair, pray to God I don't have to do him
Like I knew or had no clue to who you was
'Cuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his cheek

So to speak, I'm like a icon when it was done
To approach my
Be on Rossie like The Click
So I stay ready for combat and watch the get rich 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
please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit
Now I got a little dough but it ain't that much
Than every nigga I know

We all po, I don't sell dope, I sell hope
You wanna size me up my then 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 right here

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

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

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

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

cool my nigga
You could just me off at the house