Luyện nghe bài hát Had 2 Gat Ya

I'ma let it be known im with the force so nigga you know its on
oil my cause i got murder in my blood and in my chromosone
for the that i tek none pack a gun in my dang a lang
that nigga that nigga that gang no never that nigga that claim
yeah im a nigga eating brains
i got the evil in my back and in my muthafuckin veins
my black to creep,
momma told a muthafucka he'd be in a week
so nigga load me like a (12 5???) sale,
pass the takin dead body's to the blood bank
and i hook em up proper
i got them swallowing in my loaded heart
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 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 can't go out like that
sellin my momma the crack, yo back cause(You know i had to gat ya)

Chorus: 4X

187 on a nigga nigga
You I had 2 Gat Ya

Yeah, picture death,
that that siccness
to sick this, foo
that nigga that
(??? look at that nigga ) siccness drops
and as my goes Pop! Pop! Pop!
that niggas be ducking from the buck
see, fuck it the gun drops, you know its in a hoes cock
so it goes, not the average nigga
the killa, (???a rabies)
dealin that nigga maybe killin that nigga smooth way
that mothafuckas shit to me
white nigga, black trigga cracks mothafuckas back
late in a day, fools to get they squabs on
the blood gang deuce nine mobb zone
runnin a mothafucka like a pittbull, loadin up that clip
but stealin on muthafuckas like a
let no, muthafuckas raise yo hood
half the mothafuckas niggas like wood
got locked up with they up, some other niggas asshole
but my niggas had enough heart to blast though
now the duece ain't like 86
i'm solo, as well see me on a crucifix
the duece for age, baby athiest
for the funk 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??)
(???) why i make so many corpse
cause when they hear that nigga that nigga siccness drop
my nine millimeter Pop!
my sign to creep them,
nightmare creeper meter
lock up, corpse, spirit your brain
got niggaz killin niggaz, just because im insane
something like a mind, my nigga triple six
(i got em doing a devil of mine)
leavin em one chance to die and niggaz wanna used a glock
niggaz wanna go to heaven but want to get shot down
yeah, with my 38
i got niggaz crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hoes
loose like Antonio Montana
with a oozie and im kickin em a 12 guage nots and em
Ah, psycho like mind (sprice?) six
brotha lynch, rippin his off up the crucifix
and when i grab my 9 millimeter gun, it to your back
cause i know how to act so (You know I had 2 Gat Ya)

2X

(You I had 2 Gat Ya)