Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Gorillaz

Hey...

Bad is how I nigga 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, JT Money and Sole
Koopa don't pay for the four play, you tell her how much you gon pay
You must be kin to oranthol, cause you a Simpson you OJ
OJ throwback no way, the OJ throwback I away
Too many niggas dress alike, I trying to be you for the whole day
Look like a 2 2 Furious 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
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 question 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 from a Jon song and say, (okaaay)
gorilla, mayn I ain't no Holly
Wood industry ass nigga no, they don't me
On the phone like they wanna bone, cause 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 of dubs, they standing as high as us
Koopa don't keep a strap that, cause he prolly does
a heater with extra slugs, in a clip in his Ivy dubs
For a minute, Nappy Roots had a movement by being po'
Through that movement I was moving units, they must of 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 Sells
Drops in November, on the day as Paul Wall's
"People's Champ" solo album, Color Changin'

Aw suckering-suckatash, who's that up on that cash
Screens go z-z, when I push a up on the dash
But a up on my ass, do dirt like what's under grass
Two shirts have something stashed, you jerk if something flash
You move if something blast, you and on your ass
You cursing when I pass, I'm in a slab
It's on the block, in a drop with no top
a bottle 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 cats 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 forced her in the whip
Got her so much, I told her to put a cork in it
Like Sosa's bat, leave your mammy with a swollen back
These tracks on a broke mattress, a couple of bones is
And I'm gone no coming back, no hugging no rubbing
I'm thugging and loving stacks, nigga how you loving

I it to you
I it to you