Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Butta

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

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

The hoochie with the rest of the kids
That did business la familians
Gettin' ya touched, the cut
roastin' whole through tea bags

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

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

lie in they own surreal home
Trust the on the map
This one individual he was the Grim 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
Beat him to the punch-line,
Being into early retirement at the age of twenty-six

Palms like bricks, peeling from distributing crack
snatchers and goo-gobblers struggle
To on top of sand dunes
'Cause mouths born with spoons

Make your bed you gotta in it
But made
Baking soda kept the knees
Narrow like a

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

the temperature rise
But I'm with my Lawd, grits, still ship
Half the pipes are gettin' out convenience stores
Where ya at now? Coming around 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 fear and if your eyes was closed
Your ass couldn't catch your

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

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

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

Hits go for ten bucks, go for twenty and they and plenty
Fat baggies like Maggies
Where the kid do the
Silly of these young niggaz me

As I turn figures 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 his left cheek

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

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

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

We all still po, I don't sell dope, I 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 to wait right here

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

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

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

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

cool my nigga
You could just me off at the house