Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Butta

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

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

The hoochie with the rest of the kids
That did business la familians
Gettin' ya touched, the cut
Blunts 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 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 own surreal 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 bridge stankin' in his suit
Used to always about 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 goo-gobblers
To on top of sand dunes
mouths born with silver spoons

Make your bed you sleep in it
But stakes
Baking soda kept the knees
like a ravine

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

Once the temperature
But I'm with my Lawd, please grits, still
Half the are gettin' sold out convenience stores
Where ya at now? Coming 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 couldn't your tear

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

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

Paper capers, hurt them brothers to obtain
If I can't refrain 'cause some of these snortin' cain
And really know which way to go
Confused, abuse anybody for a fix

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

As I turn figures solitaire
Twirl up my hair, pray to God I have to do him
I never knew or had no clue to who you was
'Cuz, face to face with a scar upon his left 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 can't I
lies, straws, mirrors and plates?

Nigga I ain't shit, I just know how to rhyme a bit
Nigga please, I'm 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 po, I don't sell dope, I sell hope
You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a
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 Acura
I got thang with me, 'cause it's necessary
Shit, I was just ridin', even thinking out collidin'
But I kept seeing the same headlights running signs and red lights

I prepared 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, here you can have it god dammit if you want it bad

You would try to take 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 been in the
I even pissed you could just drop me off at the house
'Cause I ain't really dying by like this

Everythang cool my
You could just me off at the house