Luyện nghe bài hát Guttaville

Guttaville, niggas pop pop, people get killed in
Guttaville, hustle hard or steel down in
Guttaville, for a for society
Guttaville, I wish the Devil try me

1~
Im riding low white on the caddy steel
Im as the rocks all the way to Lattyville
Not far from figures stop ask him how yah papi
cut ? keep the head nappy still
Guttaville, yeah we out here
Peel the road blunts when u smoked out there
takin the stunt some place where niggas left you
Then they tried to you, you made them all respect you
See, thats where my people come from
The grind, the audience the and beans come from
We walked through the stormy weather sleep with my gun
Theres a lot of i dont wanna teach to my son
The hide of rocks, the and the beaker 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 one that had to live the hard knocked life, we from...
to the hook)

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

3~
Either or be killed
You can or be real, turn into somebody's meal(chyea!)
My whole section is 8
We live off of "Lets make deals with killers take pills"
No we stay real eat off your meal
Fat but posted on your god for wantin
God, my hood's ill 'em
Workin 9 to 5 but wont pay 'em
The Lord treat my niggas like roaches tryna spray 'em
The be hallin ten fo, they OK 'em
Black to the future tryna back to the day
us
The Devil never played for Oakland we still
Only God can us
(hook)