Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Gorillaz

Hey...

Bad is how I kick nigga no way, that little ass 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
say ay-ay-ay, like JT Money and Sole
Koopa pay for the four play, you tell her how much 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 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 I'm riding backwards, rims spinning the wrong way
See that Fake-ob I mean Jacob on your arm, no way
That ain't authentic, we what it is but I won't say
Wanna know if my pockets fat, and how 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 a Lil' Jon song and say, (okaaay)
gorilla, mayn I ain't no Holly
Wood industry ass nigga no, don't call me
On the phone like they wanna bone, cause they know
The chick I'm gotta have a upgrade, and a J-Lo body
My princess cuts why the slugs, look like lightening bugs
Rims the size of dubs, they standing as high as us
Koopa don't keep a strap scratch that, cause he prolly
Keep a with 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 slow
True I'm on the radio, but I prove I'm streeter than
the microphone off the stand, and you'll get beat in the head

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

Aw suckering-suckatash, who's that coming up on that
Screens go z-z, I push a button up on the dash
But a weapon up on my ass, do dirt like under grass
Two shirts might have something stashed, you jerk if flash
You move if something blast, you and on your ass
You cursing when I pass, I'm in a slab
It's Rasaq on the block, in a drop no top
a bottle with no top, and a model with no top
And I'm to the spot, where niggas is losing
Put the clip up to you it, and let it rip through your 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 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 niggas is coo-coo, hang with a few 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 new boo, I ain't forced her in the whip
Got her talking so much, I told her to put a in it
Like Sammy Sosa's bat, leave mammy with a swollen back
These tracks on a broke mattress, a of bones is cracked
And I'm gone no back, no hugging no rubbing backs
I'm thugging and loving stacks, nigga how you that

I it to you
I it to you