Luyện nghe bài hát Had 2 Gat Ya

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

repeat 4X

187 on a nigga nigga
You I had 2 Gat Ya

Yeah, your death,
nigga that siccness
figure to this, foo
that that rips
(??? look at that nigga ) 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 hoes
so it goes, not the average nigga
the killa, (???a rabies)
dealin that nigga maybe killin nigga that smooth way
mothafuckas ain't shit to me
white nigga, trigga cracks every mothafuckas back
late in a day, fools used to get squabs on
the blood gang deuce nine creep zone
a mothafucka like a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool
but stealin on like a clepto
let no, other raise yo hood
the mothafuckas smokin niggas like wood
got locked up they cock up, some other niggas asshole
but atleast my had enough heart to blast though
now the duece deep like 86
i'm solo, as well see me on a crucifix
the duece for age, baby killin
for the funk right back, cause (You I had to gat ya)

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

2X

(You I had 2 Gat Ya)