Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Gorillaz

Hey...

Bad is how I kick no way, that little ass pager is so gay
My 2-way way too big to be a 2-way, a 4-way
Ask me who the hardest nigga, you know who I'm gon say
I'ma say ay-ay-ay, like JT Money and
Koopa don't pay for the play, you tell her how much that you gon pay
You must be kin to oranthol, you a Simpson like you OJ
OJ throwback no way, the OJ throwback I throw
Too many niggas dress alike, I ain't trying to be you for the day
like a 2 Fast 2 Furious clip, on a tow away
It look I'm riding backwards, rims spinning the wrong way
See Fake-ob I mean Jacob on your arm, nigga no way
That ain't authentic, we know it is but I won't say
Wanna know if my pockets fat, and how much do my do'
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 from a Lil' Jon song and say, (okaaay)
gorilla, mayn I ain't no Holly
Wood industry ass nigga no, they call me
On the like they wanna bone, cause they know prolly
The I'm with gotta have a upgrade, and a J-Lo body
My princess cuts why the slugs, look kinda like bugs
Rims double the size of dubs, they standing as as us
Koopa don't keep a strap that, cause he prolly does
Keep a heater with extra slugs, in a clip in his Ivy
For a minute, Nappy Roots had a whole movement by po'
Through that I was moving units, they must of been moving slow
I'm on the radio, but I prove I'm streeter than Greg
Flip the microphone off the stand, and get beat in the head

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

Aw suckering-suckatash, who's that up on that cash
Screens go z-z, when I push a up on the dash
But a weapon up on my ass, do dirt like what's grass
Two shirts might have stashed, you jerk if something flash
You if something blast, you hurt and on your ass
You when I pass, I'm swerving in a slab
It's Rasaq on the block, in a with no top
With a with no top, and a model 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 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 there's pissing and
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 niggas is coo-coo, hang with a few screws
Or I'm flipping in hoo-doo's, sitting on two-two's
to new Screw, jewelry is glistening and too blue
And I'm chilling your 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 with a swollen
These on a broke mattress, a couple of bones is cracked
And I'm gone no coming back, no hugging no backs
I'm thugging and loving stacks, how you loving that

I it to you
I it to you