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, it's a
Ask me who the hardest rapper nigga, you 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 like you OJ
OJ no way, the OJ throwback I throw away
Too many niggas dress alike, I 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 Jacob on your arm, nigga no way
ain't authentic, we know what it is but I won't say
Wanna if my pockets fat, and how much do my do' weigh
A question like that, will get a kicked through the do' way
I don't give no do' away, get out she gon
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 call me
On the like they 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 size of dubs, standing as high as us
Koopa keep a strap scratch that, cause he prolly does
a heater with extra slugs, in a clip in his Ivy dubs
For a minute, Nappy Roots had a whole 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 beat in the

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

Aw suckering-suckatash, who's that coming up on that
go z-z, when I push a button up on the dash
But a weapon up on my ass, do like what's under grass
Two might have something stashed, you jerk if something flash
You move if something blast, you and on your ass
You cursing I pass, I'm swerving in a slab
Rasaq on the block, in a drop with no top
With a bottle no top, and a model with 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 FUBU
Dog I know that'll break you, in a kitten caboodle's
In a for a funeral, for the niggas who knew you
I'm in the hood in the hallway, where there's pissing and
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, 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 Sosa's bat, leave your mammy with a swollen back
tracks 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, nigga how you that

I it to you
I it to you