Luyện nghe bài hát Had 2 Gat Ya

I'ma let it be known that im with the force so nigga you its on
oil my chrome cause i got murder in my and in my chromosone
for the fact that i tek none pack a gun in my dang a
that nigga that nigga that bang no never that nigga that claim
yeah im a eating Jesus brains
i got the evil in my muthafuckin back and in my veins
my black to creep,
momma a muthafucka he'd be dead in a week
so nigga what? me like a (12 5???) sale,
pass the takin dead body's to the blood bank
and while i em up proper
i got them in my loaded heart stopper
POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the niggas
plus the on my muthafuckin nine, lookin plus
that nigga that that runs them mothafuckas back
i got you for a nigga like you fiend for crack
cause its like that (mo wiggita then a nigga get packed???)
cause in the 4 you never know you better gat right back
so niggas know us brothas can't go out like
sellin my momma the crack, watch yo cause(You know i had to gat ya)

repeat 4X

187 on a nigga nigga
You I had 2 Gat Ya

Yeah, your death,
that that siccness
figure to this, foo
that nigga rips
(??? look at that ) that siccness drops
and as my trigga Pop! Pop! Pop!
that niggas be ducking from the buck
see, fuck it when the gun drops, you know its in a cock
so there it goes, not the average
the killa, (???a rabies)
dealin that nigga maybe killin that nigga that way
that mothafuckas shit to me
white nigga, black trigga cracks mothafuckas back
late in a day, fools used to get squabs on
the blood gang nine creep mobb zone
runnin a mothafucka like a pittbull, loadin up that tool
but stealin on like a clepto
let no, other muthafuckas yo hood
the mothafuckas smokin niggas like wood
got up with they cock up, some other niggas asshole
but atleast my niggas had enough heart to though
now the ain't deep like 86
i'm solo, might as well see me on a
the duece for age, baby athiest
for the right back, cause (You know I had to gat ya)

same ol fool, nigga deep load, what up
ain't no who runs the muthafucka
cause every cut i drop is a muthafuckin main (course??)
(???) thats why i make so corpse
cause when they hear that nigga that nigga that siccness
my nine millimeter Pop!
my going to creep them,
nightmare creeper meter
lock up, main corpse, spirit brain
got niggaz killin niggaz, just because im insane
something a manson mind, my nigga triple six
(i got em a devil dance of mine)
leavin em one chance to die and niggaz wanna used a glock
niggaz wanna go to heaven but don't to get shot down
yeah, with my 38
i got crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hella hoes
lettin loose Antonio Montana
a oozie and im kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em
Ah, like micro mind (sprice?) six
brotha lynch, rippin his arms off up the
and when i grab my 9 gun, point it to your back
cause i know how to act so (You know I had 2 Gat Ya)

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(You I had 2 Gat Ya)