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

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

Niggaz wonder why 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 have to get my 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 caps like bad, comes wicked like Iz
make me hollow tipped and then they seal it with a kizz
For bootsie motherfuckers that be ridin' around
around the corner, tryin' to get a motherfucker down

Wearin' his Adams apple like a snapple
Dismantle and hear they bodies crackle
Laugh like a jackal as I tackle ass
With a of them buckshots, crackin' they 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 Itty-Bitty
Niggaz actin' shitty so I licks 'em my nitty

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

wonder why S-P-I do or die
I'm just a young 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 might to get my blast on

Stick that nigga, I told my DJ Xtra
As we pull some car up out his own garage
I stack them niggaz up in them hearses 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' wicked leavin' black day

I be fuckin' with them niggaz who be shady and shit
Better stock that grip and an clip and a bottle a Hindu 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 niggaz up in my set, we bustin' dum-dums
My Uzi eats 'em up and spits 'em out, a title bout
I'm my gat up out a fist fight with out a doubt

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

wonder why S-P-I 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 playin' hatin' wanna jack me for my rizzide

wonder why S-P-I do or die
I'm just a young nigga and I get 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

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

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