Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Butta

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

Now get mad, nigga get glad
got them brand new trash bags, dag
And know where to dump that ass
In the

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

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

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

Most lie in they own home
Trust the 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 stankin' in his birthday suit
Used to always about how he was gon' do a brother
him to the punch-line, [Incomprehensible]
Being forced into retirement at the age of twenty-six

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 woods working all

Paper capers, never hurt them 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 muffin'
Where the kid do the
Silly of young niggaz watching me

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

So to speak, I'm more like a when it was done
To approach my
Be on that Rossie like The
So I ready for combat and watch the rich get rich 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 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 dough but it ain't 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 nigga I was born to wait right

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

I don't prepared to die if it's my time to go
He said, "You know what it is, you 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 from me, my nigga I ain't no star
I value of our lives more than this car
You nigga, I used to be you
Shit and I'd bust a hole in your chest, could see through

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

Everythang my nigga
You could drop me off at the house