Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Gorillaz

Hey...

Bad is how I kick no way, that little ass pager is so gay
My way too big to be a 2-way, it's a 4-way
Ask me who the rapper 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 her how much that you gon pay
You must be kin to oranthol, you a Simpson like you OJ
OJ throwback no way, the OJ I throw away
Too many niggas dress alike, I ain't trying to be you for the day
Look like a 2 Fast 2 Furious clip, on a tow
It look like I'm riding backwards, rims the wrong way
See that Fake-ob I mean Jacob on your arm, no way
That ain't authentic, we know it is but I won't say
Wanna if my pockets fat, and how much do my do' weigh
A question like that, get a chick kicked through the do' way
I give 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 ass nigga no, they don't call me
On the phone like they bone, cause they know prolly
The chick I'm with 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 keep a strap scratch that, cause he prolly does
Keep a heater extra slugs, in a clip in his Ivy dubs
For a minute, Roots had a whole movement by being po'
Through that movement I was moving units, they must of been moving
True I'm on the radio, but I prove I'm 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, Changin' Click-clack

Aw suckering-suckatash, who's coming up on that cash
Screens go z-z, I push a button up on the dash
But a up on my ass, do dirt like what's under grass
Two might 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
It's Rasaq on the block, in a drop no top
With a with no top, and a model with no top
And I'm going to the spot, niggas is losing
Put the clip up to you it, and let it rip through your FUBU
Dog I know cats that'll 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, there's pissing and doo-doo
And the creeping at night, and come up twitching up to you
I recycle 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, is glistening 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 Sosa's bat, leave your with a swollen back
These tracks on a broke mattress, a couple of is cracked
And I'm gone no coming back, no hugging no backs
I'm thugging and loving stacks, how you loving that

I it to you
I it to you