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 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 be kin to oranthol, cause you a Simpson like you OJ
OJ throwback no way, the OJ I throw away
Too niggas 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, rims spinning the way
See that Fake-ob I mean on your arm, nigga no way
That 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 no do' away, get out she gon obey
She gon take the coat a Lil' Jon song and say, (okaaay)
gorilla, mayn I ain't no Holly
Wood industry ass no, they don't call me
On the phone they wanna bone, cause they know prolly
The chick I'm with gotta a upgrade, and a J-Lo body
My cuts why the slugs, look kinda like lightening bugs
Rims double the of dubs, they standing as high as us
Koopa don't keep a strap scratch that, cause he prolly
Keep a heater with slugs, in a clip in his Ivy dubs
For a minute, Nappy had a whole movement by being po'
Through 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 off the stand, and you'll get beat in the head

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

Aw suckering-suckatash, who's coming up on that cash
Screens go z-z, when I a button 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 hurt and on ass
You when 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 going to the spot, where niggas is
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 for a funeral, for the niggas who knew you
I'm in the hood in the hallway, where there's and doo-doo
And the fiends at night, and come up twitching up to you
I what I see in the hood, and deliver it to you
With niggas is coo-coo, hang with a few screws
Or when I'm in hoo-doo's, sitting on two-two's
to new Screw, jewelry is glistening and too blue
And I'm chilling with new boo, I ain't 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 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