Luyện nghe bài hát Guttaville

Guttaville, niggas pop pop, people get killed in
Guttaville, hustle hard or broke down in
Guttaville, for a wait for
Guttaville, I wish the would try me

1~
Im low white walls on the caddy steel
Im as the rocks all the way to Lattyville
Not far from figures ask him how yah papi feel
Clean cut ? keep the head nappy
Guttaville, yeah we broke out
Peel the road like blunts when u smoked out
Imagine takin the stunt some place where niggas you
Then they tried to test you, you made all respect you
See, thats exactly where my people come
The grind, the audience the slash and beans from
We done walked through the stormy weather sleep my gun
Theres a lot of math i dont wanna to my son
The hide of rocks, the stove and the be one
See the simple mind will always have to pay a hard
Where im from its cold, we keep the at night
jay aint the only one that had to live the knocked life, we from...
to the hook)

2~
You can die on the corna up off a quarter
Place an order, over easy under some water
You can get whatever you
40 ounces and weed, coca leaves in the kitchen, kids play in the streets
15 heat belt buckles stuck on they knees
Could we disrespect and you niggas will bleed
Money, this and burnas, beef and the murdas
Tryin tah change for em juss say fuck em we
Get jacked for your
Get ass shot for your rims
dice broad daylight up on kakies and timbs
At the club niggas 16 deep in the
Niggas talkin shit aint strapped, stupid as fuck
go to the 51 tray you would see wat i
You aint gotta be an to get cut from the scene
The roads'll spot him he here for the part of him
He don't care he only
He ran on your whole block We from...
(hook)

3~
Either kill or be
You can fake or be real, into somebody's meal(chyea!)
My whole section is 8
We off of "Lets make deals with killers that take pills"
No marta we stay real eat off meal
Fat but on your god for wantin meal
God, my hood's ill 'em
Workin hard 9 to 5 but pay 'em
The Lord treat my niggas like roaches they spray 'em
The government be hallin ten fo, OK 'em
Black to the future tryna back to the day
us
The Devil played for Oakland we still Raiders
Only God can us
(hook)