Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Gorillaz

Hey...

Bad is how I kick nigga no way, that ass pager is so gay
My way too big to be a 2-way, it's a 4-way
Ask me who the rapper nigga, you know who I'm gon say
I'ma say ay-ay-ay, like JT Money and
Koopa don't pay for the four play, you tell her how 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 niggas dress alike, I ain't trying to be you for the whole day
Look like a 2 Fast 2 Furious clip, on a tow
It look like I'm riding backwards, spinning the wrong way
See that Fake-ob I Jacob on your arm, nigga no way
That ain't authentic, we what it is but I won't say
Wanna if my pockets fat, and how much do my do' weigh
A like that, will get a chick kicked through the do' way
I give no do' away, get out she gon obey
She gon take the coat from a Lil' Jon and say, (okaaay)
Gutta gorilla, mayn I 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 have a upgrade, and a body
My princess cuts why the slugs, look kinda like bugs
Rims double the of dubs, they standing as high as us
Koopa don't keep a strap scratch that, he prolly does
Keep a heater with extra slugs, in a clip in his Ivy
For a minute, Nappy Roots had a whole by being po'
that movement I was moving units, they must of been moving slow
True I'm on the radio, but I prove I'm streeter than
Flip the microphone off the stand, and you'll get in the head

(*talking*)
Yeah, my solo Controversy Sells
Drops in November, on the same day as Wall's
"People's Champ" album, Color 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 dirt like under grass
Two might have something stashed, you jerk if something flash
You move if blast, you hurt and on your ass
You cursing when I pass, I'm swerving in a
Rasaq on the block, in a drop with no top
With a bottle with no top, and a with no top
And I'm going to the spot, where is losing
Put the clip up to you spit it, and let it rip through your
Dog I know cats that'll break you, in a caboodle's
In a range for a funeral, for the who knew you
I'm in the hood in the hallway, there's pissing and doo-doo
And the fiends creeping at night, and up twitching up to you
I recycle what I see in the hood, and it to you
With niggas is coo-coo, hang a few loose screws
Or when I'm flipping in hoo-doo's, on two-two's
Listening to new Screw, jewelry is and too blue
And I'm chilling with your new boo, I ain't forced her in the
Got her so much, I told 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 hugging no rubbing
I'm and loving stacks, nigga how you loving that

I it to you
I it to you