Luyện nghe bài hát You Can Get The Gat for That

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And you can get the gat for
You can get the gat for
And you can get the gat for

You can get the gat for
And you can get the gat for
You can get the gat for
And you can get the gat for

You can get the gat for
And you can get the gat for

wonder why S-P-I do or die
I don't give a fuck, I'm just a nigga stayin'
So why do you roll a strap on ya side
'Cause these playin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide

wonder why S-P-I do or die
Just a nigga and I wanna my cash on
So why do you with a strap on ya side
'Cause if shit'll get too funky I might to get my blast on

It one for the treble, two for the funk
to get my motherfuckin' 12 gauge pump
I blast off like N.A.S.A, as I rolls right ya
Bust a couple a caps and leave ya ghost like

I peels caps like bad, comes like Iz
They make me hollow tipped and then they it with a kizz
For them bootsie motherfuckers that be around
around the corner, tryin' to get a motherfucker down

Wearin' his Adams apple a fuckin' snapple
Dismantle and hear they bodies crackle
Laugh like a jackal as I they ass
With a fury of them buckshots, crackin' mask

Kinda skip the drama, puts bodies in like Jeffrey Dahmer
You can get the gat for kidnap your mama
The big mack from the city
Niggaz shitty so I licks 'em with my nitty

wonder why S-P-I do or die
I don't a fuck, I'm just a nigga stayin' high
So why do you with a strap on ya side
'Cause these playin' hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my

Niggaz why S-P-I do or die
I'm just a young nigga and I'm tryin' to get my on
So why do you roll with a on ya side
if shit'll get too funky I might have to get my blast on

Stick that nigga, I my DJ Xtra Large
As we pull some niggaz car up out his own
I them niggaz up in them hearses like a can a sardines
Two dollars a body, I'm for hire if you got the green

Ya got the mad buy, my to say
187, comin' leavin' black much day

I don't be fuckin' with them niggaz who be shady and
Better stock that grip and an clip and a bottle a Hindu to sip on
Trip on this that's leavin' 'em dead in the alley
What's your murder code? 781 here in Cali

Red rum, we and we give ya some
See mosta these niggaz up in my set, we dum-dums
My Uzi eats 'em up and spits 'em out, fuck a title
I'm pullin' my gat up out a fist fight with out a

'Cause I ain't playin', fightin' is around
I'd rather bust and your ass six feet up under ground

wonder why S-P-I do or die
I don't a fuck, I'm just a nigga stayin' high
So why do you with a strap on ya side
'Cause hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide

Niggaz why S-P-I do or die
I'm just a young and I wanna get my cash on
So why do you roll with a on ya side
'Cause if shit'll get too funky I might have to get my on

Yeah, the G-Motherfuckin' Nizzo, that nappy headed nigga
They got me lookin' up my shoulder now man
I gotta a strap, I ain't be shady, playa hate me
snitchin', heh, it really ain't the same

But um, Spice told me
Him and DJ Xtra Large, told me
I can get the strap for this
And that I can get the for that
And that's the fuck I'm gone do
I'm out this man