Luyện nghe bài hát You Can Get The Gat for That

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kinda skip the drama, bodies in freezers like Jeffrey Dahmer
You can get the gat for that kidnap mama
The big mack from the Itty-Bitty
Niggaz actin' shitty so I 'em with my nitty

Niggaz wonder why 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' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide

wonder why S-P-I do or die
I'm a young nigga and I'm tryin' to get my cash on
So why do you roll a strap on ya side
'Cause if shit'll get too funky I have to get my blast on

Stick that nigga, I my DJ Xtra Large
As we pull niggaz car up out his own garage
I stack them 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' them niggaz who be shady and shit
Better stock that grip and an extra clip and a bottle a to sip on
Trip on this nigga that's leavin' 'em in the alley
What's your penal code? 781 here in Cali

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

'Cause I playin', fightin' is fuckin' around
I'd rather bust and your ass six feet up under ground

wonder why S-P-I do or die
I give a fuck, I'm just a nigga stayin' high
So why do you roll a strap on ya side
'Cause playin' hatin' wanna jack me for my rizzide

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

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

But um, told me once
Him and DJ Large, they told me
I can get the strap for this
And that I can get the strap for
And that's what the fuck I'm do
I'm out bitch man