Luyện nghe bài hát We Gorillaz

[Intro - Juice:
Yo let me tell you something now
That muthafucka goin down
and im makin for Goddamn sure none
of us is going down him

Game: talking]
700 for your
Faggot Ass
my album done, its friday, and i aint got to do

here the
fuck you nigga your click
The world getting tired of that G-G-G

Switch, fif-

No you say that

2 buttons up a drop,

NAAHHH

Well blackwall say 'em all nigga

Let shots fly and pour out the hard liquor
They say the 40 ounce make the grass
And we hit the corner we spittin like Jazz-O

Jazz-O? that nigga taught how to rhyme

He teach jigga how to rhyme
O well, bar for bar line for line
Me and juice go back like the of time

back in AZ, AZ
in the cutlass with no AZ

AZ like green for the
.45 on ya Red beam for the haters

Haters, the crabs like vegas
We Throwin out yall stackin papers
Smash through Jacob On the cases
Open it up im just my bracelet

Time for a facelift up the bazzle
Your going down not on my level
The penthouse

more freakin

Compton the hampton we back for the
We leave niggas leakin water in the projects

And my flow hot like in the projects

We on the fifth flow like grubman

Its a new city im gutter man
We from the man
Did I st-stutter
franklin in the choke whole rubberband

I got it Vitton wallet
No cash lets ask the card to solid

Hard black the Bentley coup
Hop in ill show ya bitch the Bentley do
V12 Im sickly the

And my aint mike im tha mothafuckin booth

Get lost
Still mad my team lost at the rucker

Here go

Where she at ill her

I thought you liked

I for the drama

What missy?

Nigga you can me

I take paris you take you take Nicole

Nah they too

What when we was backstage with Olivia

I something fishy
360 like vince for the
the pench hit the

Cops we got to jet

Jet, a G-4 nigga?

Juice blowin up like C-4

Want a war
Its me and 4
You such a pi-po with the .44
out ya window see more niggas

We at backdoor takin D-tour nigga
Run in ya put a gun in ya mouth
shure she aint pregnant put 1 on her spouse

Ow shit we out 2 villains on the
Spittin then LL on crush-groove

We new skool but we old gangsters

Peace to Ja Rule, for wanksta

Hot Rod step im anxious
I shake ya after you juck and banks up

B.Dub.S

As Its time to up

Drinks on us put your change up
And your up, we gorillaz in the club

Well you Orangutans up

Welcome to the

Aw man you aint ready to swing with

We go like elephant tusk

And you niggaz you can never be us

We on a level bus
like papoose when the gat loose SLAY up?

Three motion when the tray lift up

I got a new west-coast dre look up

Juice mothafucka got the shook up

Prodajay of the nigga with the flaming chucks,

Time to my name nigga back up
Niggas get wrapped up get smacked up
Az songs know what im about

Backstage

Knockin out

Holdin up chronic on ya magazine
Next im on the front solo mofucka
.45 in the mofucka, all chrome on the low-low mofucka
let them know mofucka
You jermaine dupri niggas rhyming So-So

For you old mothafuckas and ya slow
This is not a low-blow

Grey

You getting old

Stay

Im bout to blow

All over the mothafucka
I kick like Brandon lee in the Crow mothafucka
And we freestyle shit for fun
You niggas doin drive by's with a gun
Niggas wanna get the war started

And nit hoodies make a way for the target

Nigga miss me with that ice cream

Unless you lickin from my dick

I used to walk the hood with a bag of bricks
When the world thought kim was a nasty

Ten years we kick classy shit

We aint negotiating nuthin we be crawlin through vents
Fallin the cealing with a squad full of killers
Juice let them know

Yo Game We

[Game & talking:]

ey you gotta stop dissin niggas man

Maannn that

Nah man you gotta to me man
Ya gotta dissin these niggas

Mann that

Im telling you man that shit aint get you now where man
u gotta stop niggas man

Man Fuck

Aight nigga you gonna learn, keep on bein

Nigga you a
dont even know how to say that shit right

it

me
B.W.S
BITCH!