Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Butta

Yo, we gon' do it this
out the parts that they disregard
Never okay

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

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

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

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

lie in they own surreal home
Trust the on the map
This one individual he was the Grim Reaper
Swole, couldn't nobody put a on his naps

Now he up under the bridge stankin' in his suit
Used to always holler 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 stay on top of sand
'Cause mouths born silver spoons

your bed you gotta sleep in it
But made
Baking kept the knees clean
like a ravine

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

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

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

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

In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with
Upon the map in the
Where this trying to sniff me out
I'm in the southwest woods working all

Paper capers, never them brothers to obtain
If I refrain 'cause some of these niggaz snortin' cain
And really don't know way to go
Confused, you'll abuse for a fix

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

As I turn figures into
Twirl up my hair, pray to God I have to do him
Like I knew or had no clue to who you was
'Cuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his cheek

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

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

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

We all still po, I sell dope, I sell hope
You wanna size me up my nigga then 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 me, 'cause it's necessary
Shit, I was just ridin', even thinking out collidin'
But I kept seeing the same running stop signs and red lights

I don't prepared myself to die if my time to go
He said, "You know it is, you done seen it before"
This sad, of course be mad
Well, you can have 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, somebody see through

Now remember, shit, you could've tonight
And I been in the right
I ain't even you could just drop me off at the house
'Cause I ain't really dying by nothin' this

Everythang my nigga
You could just drop me off at the