Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Gorillaz

Hey...

Bad is how I kick nigga no way, that ass pager is so gay
My way too big to be a 2-way, it's a 4-way
Ask me who the hardest nigga, you know who I'm gon say
say ay-ay-ay, like JT Money and Sole
Koopa don't pay for the four play, you her how much that 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 Furious clip, on a tow
It look like I'm backwards, rims spinning the wrong way
See that Fake-ob I Jacob on your arm, nigga no way
That ain't authentic, we know what it is but I say
Wanna know if my pockets fat, and how much do my do'
A question like that, will get a chick kicked 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)
Gutta gorilla, I ain't no Holly
Wood industry ass no, they don't call me
On the phone like they wanna bone, cause they know
The chick I'm with gotta have a upgrade, and a J-Lo
My princess cuts why the slugs, look like lightening bugs
Rims double the size of dubs, they standing as as us
Koopa don't keep a strap scratch that, cause he does
Keep a heater with slugs, in a clip in his Ivy dubs
For a minute, Nappy Roots had a movement by being 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 than
Flip the microphone off the stand, and you'll get in the head

(*talking*)
Yeah, my solo album Controversy
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, when I push a up on the dash
But a weapon up on my ass, do like what's under grass
Two shirts might something stashed, you jerk if something flash
You move if blast, you hurt 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 with no top, and a 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 who knew you
I'm in the hood in the hallway, where pissing and doo-doo
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 is coo-coo, hang with a few loose screws
Or I'm flipping in hoo-doo's, sitting on two-two's
Listening to new Screw, jewelry is glistening and too
And I'm chilling with your new boo, I ain't forced her in the
Got her talking so much, I her to put a cork in it
Like Sammy Sosa's bat, 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 no rubbing backs
I'm thugging and stacks, nigga how you loving that

I it to you
I it to you