Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Butta

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Palms feel like bricks, peeling from crack
Crumb snatchers and struggle
To stay on top of dunes
'Cause mouths with silver spoons

Make bed you gotta sleep in it
But made
Baking soda kept the clean
like a ravine

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

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

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

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

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

Paper capers, never hurt brothers to obtain
If I can't refrain 'cause some of these niggaz snortin'
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 like Maggies muffin'
the kid do the stuffin'
Silly of these young watching me

As I turn figures into
Twirl up my hair, pray to God I have to do him
Like I never knew or had no to who you was
'Cuz, to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek

So to speak, I'm more like a icon when it was
To approach my
Be on Rossie like The Click
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 how to rhyme a little 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
every other nigga I know

We all still po, I don't 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 born to wait right

Late one night I was in a pearl Acura Legendary
I got that thang with me, 'cause necessary
Shit, I was just ridin', wasn't thinking out collidin'
But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop and red lights

I don't prepared myself to die if it's my 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 from me, my nigga I ain't no star
I value both of our more than this car
You lucky nigga, I to be you
Shit and I'd bust a hole in chest, somebody could see through

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

cool my nigga
You could just drop me off at the