Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Gorillaz

Hey...

Bad is how I kick nigga no way, 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 nigga, you know who I'm gon say
I'ma say ay-ay-ay, like JT Money and
Koopa don't pay for the play, you tell her how much that you gon pay
You must be kin to oranthol, you a Simpson like you OJ
OJ no way, the OJ throwback I throw away
Too many niggas dress alike, I ain't to be you for the whole day
like a 2 Fast 2 Furious clip, on a tow away
It look like I'm riding backwards, rims spinning the 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 know if my fat, and how much do my do' weigh
A question like that, will get a chick kicked 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)
Gutta gorilla, mayn I no Holly
Wood industry ass nigga no, they call me
On the phone 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, kinda like lightening bugs
Rims double the size of dubs, standing as high as us
Koopa don't keep a strap scratch that, 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 I was moving units, they must of been moving slow
I'm on the radio, but I prove I'm streeter than Greg
Flip the microphone off the stand, and you'll get 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 that 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 might something stashed, you jerk if something flash
You move if something blast, you and on your ass
You cursing when I pass, I'm swerving in a
It's Rasaq on the block, in a with no top
With a bottle no top, and a model with no top
And I'm going to the spot, where is losing
Put the up to you spit it, and let it rip through your FUBU
Dog I know cats that'll break you, in a kitten
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 fiends creeping at night, and come up 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, 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 told her to put a in it
Like Sammy Sosa's bat, your mammy with a swollen back
These tracks on a broke mattress, a of bones is cracked
And I'm gone no coming back, no no rubbing backs
I'm thugging and loving stacks, nigga how you loving

I it to you
I it to you