Luyện nghe bài hát You Can Get The Gat for That

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Niggaz 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 playin' hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide

wonder why S-P-I do or die
Just a young nigga and I my cash on
So why do you roll with a strap on ya
'Cause if shit'll get too I might 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 N.A.S.A, as I rolls right past ya
Bust a couple a caps and leave ya ghost like

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

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

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

Niggaz why S-P-I do or die
I don't give a fuck, I'm just a 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
'Cause if shit'll get too funky I might have to get my on

Stick that nigga, I 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 hire if you got the

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

I be fuckin' 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 leavin' 'em in the alley
What's your murder 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, fuck a bout
I'm pullin' my gat up out a fist fight out a doubt

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

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 with a strap on ya
playin' 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 a strap on ya side
'Cause if shit'll get too funky I might to get my blast on

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

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