Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Gorillaz

Hey...

Bad is how I kick nigga no way, that ass pager is so gay
My 2-way way too big to be a 2-way, it's a
Ask me who the hardest nigga, you know who I'm gon say
I'ma say ay-ay-ay, JT Money and Sole
Koopa pay for the four play, you tell her how much that you gon pay
You must be kin to oranthol, cause you a like you OJ
OJ no way, the OJ throwback I throw away
Too many dress alike, I ain't trying to be you for the whole day
Look like a 2 Fast 2 clip, on a tow away
It look like I'm riding backwards, spinning the wrong way
See that Fake-ob I mean on your arm, nigga no way
That ain't authentic, we know what it is but I say
Wanna know if my fat, and how much do my do' weigh
A like that, will get a chick kicked through the do' way
I don't no do' away, get out she gon obey
She gon take the coat a Lil' Jon song and say, (okaaay)
Gutta gorilla, mayn I no Holly
Wood industry ass nigga no, don't call me
On the phone like they bone, cause they know prolly
The chick I'm with have a upgrade, and a J-Lo body
My princess cuts why the slugs, look kinda like lightening
Rims double the size of dubs, they as high as us
Koopa keep a strap scratch that, cause he prolly does
a heater with extra slugs, in a clip in his Ivy dubs
For a minute, Nappy had a whole movement by being po'
Through that movement I was moving units, must of been moving slow
True I'm on the radio, but I prove I'm streeter Greg
Flip the off the stand, and you'll get beat in the head

(*talking*)
Yeah, my solo album Sells
Drops in November, on the same day as Paul
"People's Champ" solo album, Color Click-clack

Aw suckering-suckatash, who's that coming up on that
Screens go z-z, I push a button up on the dash
But a weapon up on my ass, do dirt like under grass
Two shirts might have something stashed, you jerk if flash
You if something blast, you hurt and on your ass
You cursing I pass, I'm swerving in a slab
It's Rasaq on the block, in a with no top
With a bottle no top, and a model with no top
And I'm going to the spot, niggas is losing
Put the up to you spit it, and let it rip through your FUBU
Dog I know that'll break you, in a kitten caboodle's
In a range for a funeral, for the niggas who you
I'm in the hood in the hallway, where pissing and doo-doo
And the creeping at night, and come up twitching up to you
I what I see in the hood, and deliver it to you
With is coo-coo, hang with a few loose screws
Or when I'm flipping in hoo-doo's, on two-two's
Listening to new Screw, jewelry is glistening and too
And I'm chilling with your new boo, I ain't her in the whip
Got her talking so much, I her to put a cork in it
Like Sammy Sosa's bat, your mammy with a swollen back
These on a broke mattress, a couple of bones is cracked
And I'm gone no coming back, no no rubbing backs
I'm and loving stacks, nigga how you loving that

I it to you
I it to you