Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Gorillaz

Hey...

Bad is how I kick nigga no way, little ass pager is so gay
My 2-way way too big to be a 2-way, it's a
Ask me who the hardest rapper nigga, you who I'm gon say
I'ma say ay-ay-ay, like JT 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 throwback no way, the OJ throwback I throw
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 Jacob on your arm, no way
That authentic, we know what it is but I won't say
Wanna know if my pockets fat, and how much do my do'
A question like that, get a chick kicked through the do' way
I don't give no do' away, get out she gon
She gon take the coat from a Lil' Jon and say, (okaaay)
Gutta gorilla, I ain't no Holly
industry ass nigga no, they don't call me
On the phone like they wanna bone, they know prolly
The chick I'm gotta have a upgrade, and a J-Lo body
My princess cuts why the slugs, kinda like lightening bugs
Rims double the size of dubs, they standing as as us
Koopa don't keep a scratch that, cause he prolly does
Keep a heater extra slugs, in a clip in his Ivy dubs
For a minute, Nappy Roots had a whole movement by po'
Through that I was moving units, they must of been moving slow
True I'm on the radio, but I prove I'm streeter Greg
Flip the microphone off the stand, and you'll get in the head

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

Aw suckering-suckatash, who's that coming up on cash
Screens go z-z, I push a button up on the dash
But a weapon up on my ass, do dirt like what's grass
Two shirts 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
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 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 in the hallway, where there's pissing 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
niggas 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 and too blue
And I'm chilling with your new boo, I ain't her in the whip
Got her so much, I told her to put a cork in it
Like Sammy bat, leave your mammy with a swollen back
These tracks on a broke mattress, a couple of is cracked
And I'm gone no back, no hugging no rubbing backs
I'm thugging and stacks, nigga how you loving that

I it to you
I it to you