Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Butta

Yo, we gon' do it like
Straight out the parts that they
considered okay

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

The river with the rest of the kids
That did outside la familians
Gettin' ya touched, the cut
Blunts roastin' through tea bags

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

So slim goodie, you want no drug 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

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

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

Palms feel like bricks, peeling from crack
Crumb and goo-gobblers struggle
To stay on top of sand
'Cause mouths born silver spoons

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

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

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

Well, rounded kept you grounded for your ear
The are gettin' closer to the [Incomprehensible] 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 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 trying to me out
I'm in the southwest woods all about

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga I ain't shit, I just 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
every 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 I was born to wait right here

Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura
I got that thang with me, 'cause it's
Shit, I was just ridin', wasn't even out collidin'
But I kept 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 what it is, you done it before"
This sad, of I'ma be mad
Well, you can have it god dammit if you want it that bad

You try to take from me, my nigga 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 could've died
And I would've in the right
I ain't even pissed you just drop me off at the house
'Cause I ain't really dying by nothin' this

Everythang my nigga
You just drop me off at the house