Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Butta

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

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

The hoochie river with the rest of the
That did outside la familians
ya touched, down the cut
Blunts roastin' whole tea bags

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

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

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

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

Palms feel like bricks, peeling distributing crack
Crumb snatchers and goo-gobblers
To on top of sand dunes
'Cause mouths born silver spoons

Make your bed you sleep in it
But stakes
Baking soda the knees clean
Narrow a ravine

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

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

Well, rounded kept you strictly for your ear
The dogs are gettin' closer to the now can you hear?
I smell 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, and plates?

In the land of jacks I got my acts over the with stacks
the map in the vault
Where this cat's trying to 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 cain
And really don't which way to go
Confused, you'll anybody for a fix

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

As I turn into 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 engraved upon his left

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

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

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

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

Late one night I was in a pearl Acura Legendary
I got that thang with me, it's necessary
Shit, I was just ridin', wasn't even thinking out
But I kept seeing the same running stop signs 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"
sad, of course I'ma be mad
Well, here you can have it god if you want it that bad

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

Now remember, shit, you could've tonight
And I been in the right
I ain't even pissed you just 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