Luyện nghe bài hát Sumtn 4 Urrbody

[Hook by
This is 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting guap stand up
If you on da you a goner home and man up
This is for all my peeps on da East Side
A lil for my G's on the West Side
Now if ya it we on it dog, ya know how it is
We're with the illest and realest killers, we our biz
Let's get it,

Dawg]
Y'all hear that big trunk bumpin', yeah that's Runt
System harder than the cops at your front door
Muhfuckas always tough like they want war
Matta fact next nigga gon' get dumped on
Yeah, home
I break jaw bone
And the '8 make you lose more weight than Jones
don't come to Jers'
Gun my undershirt
I'm hollerin' "Gilla House!" off the Thunderbird
My bitch be like, "Damn nigga yo' feet"
She say the hair on my chest like taco meat
Shit, two
Make your whole vanish
I'm a animal in of Channel 2 news cameras
Bitch I'm like John
Shot like James
The chrome pretty like Ricky Fontaine
My kill a man
We than
That wic check peanut butter that come in big silver can

[Ready
it let's make it hot
I'm for all my blocks
Duckin', dippin' the
Ready runnin' the
Icarus in his
We comin' straight from the going straight to the top
haters want us to stop
Groupies is on our
Cuz they know it's down like I'm Young Joc
But I'm not
Roc
Keep the pistol
some official shit
Brick city keep it wrapped like a Christmas

Yo, eh yo cock it back Hey!
Dr Bombay
Sick flow, get Medicaid
And I'm Hey!
My is NJ
redder than Reynaldo Rey
I blaze
And I'm a soldier, better the leader
And for guap I smack kids like Madea
I'm for
boy is tight
You got weed? Nigga ya right
Gimme a

Icadon nigga I got the semi the lens
I'm in Bushwick, Brooklyn lookin' in the Benz
Ghostwriter, got the of Biggie in my pen
Funk Doc said time to go, Gilla begins
Icadon, you probably saw me in the B-M'er
Fly nigga, baby my be up in the cleaners
In the club with bitches steamin' on my reefer
They both go at my balls like and Serena
What's

Nigga I
My
a war, price bubble
Half dog and half gorilla, get a tight
I shut you down like Smith light gun do
My Mrs Smith'll have you over that ice bundle
Devilles look right with that (Gilla House)
Comin' through yo' speakers my ice cream (in ya mouth)
I shoot a bazooka not pipe (Clear 'em out)
My name is get yo' hands up Gilla House!

This is 4 urrbody get yo' hands up, hands up...