Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Gorillaz

Hey...

Bad is how I nigga no way, that little ass pager is so gay
My way too big to be a 2-way, it's a 4-way
Ask me who the hardest nigga, you know who I'm gon say
say ay-ay-ay, like JT Money and Sole
Koopa don't pay for the four play, you her how much that you gon pay
You must be kin to oranthol, you a Simpson like you OJ
OJ no way, the OJ throwback I throw away
Too many niggas 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, rims spinning the way
See that Fake-ob I mean Jacob on your arm, no way
ain't authentic, we know what it is but I won't say
Wanna know if my pockets fat, and how do my do' weigh
A question like that, will get a chick kicked the do' way
I give no do' away, get out she gon obey
She gon take the from a Lil' Jon song and say, (okaaay)
Gutta gorilla, I ain't no Holly
Wood industry ass no, they don't call me
On the phone like wanna bone, cause they know prolly
The chick I'm with gotta a upgrade, and a J-Lo body
My princess cuts why the slugs, look kinda like lightening
Rims double the of dubs, they standing as high as us
Koopa don't a strap scratch that, cause he prolly does
Keep a heater with extra slugs, in a clip in his Ivy
For a minute, Nappy Roots had a movement by being po'
Through that movement I was units, they must of been moving slow
True I'm on the radio, but I prove I'm than Greg
Flip the microphone off the stand, and you'll get in the head

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

Aw suckering-suckatash, who's that coming up on that
Screens go z-z, when I a button up on the dash
But a weapon up on my ass, do like what's under grass
Two shirts might have something stashed, you jerk if something
You move if blast, you hurt and on your ass
You cursing I pass, I'm swerving in a slab
It's on the block, in a drop with no top
With a bottle with no top, and a model no top
And I'm to the spot, where niggas is losing
Put the clip up to you spit it, and let it rip through your
Dog I know cats that'll 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 there's and doo-doo
And the fiends creeping at night, and come up up to you
I recycle what I see in the hood, and it to you
With is coo-coo, hang with a few loose screws
Or I'm flipping in hoo-doo's, sitting on two-two's
Listening to new Screw, jewelry is and too blue
And I'm chilling with new boo, I ain't forced her in the whip
Got her talking so much, I her to put a cork in it
Like Sammy Sosa's bat, leave your mammy a swollen back
These tracks on a broke mattress, a of bones is cracked
And I'm gone no back, no hugging no rubbing backs
I'm and loving stacks, nigga how you loving that

I it to you
I it to you