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 why S-P-I do or die
I don't give a fuck, I'm a nigga stayin' high
So why do you roll a strap on ya side
'Cause these playin' hatin' niggaz wanna 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 roll with a on ya side
'Cause if shit'll get too funky I have to get my blast on

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

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

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

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

Niggaz why S-P-I do or die
I don't a fuck, I'm just a nigga stayin' high
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
I'm just a young nigga and I'm to 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

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

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

I don't be with them niggaz who be shady and shit
Better stock that grip and an extra and a bottle a Hindu to sip on
Trip on this nigga that's 'em dead 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 bustin'
My Uzi eats 'em up and spits 'em out, a title bout
I'm pullin' my gat up out a fist with out a doubt

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

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 playin' hatin' niggaz wanna me for my rizzide

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

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

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