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 stayin'
So why do you roll with a strap on ya
'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 roll with a on ya side
'Cause if shit'll get too I might have 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 past ya
Bust a couple a caps and leave ya ghost Casper

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

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

Kinda skip the drama, puts bodies in freezers like Jeffrey
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 why S-P-I do or die
I give a fuck, I'm just a nigga stayin' 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
I'm just a nigga and I'm tryin' to get my cash 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 told my DJ Xtra
As we some niggaz car up out his own garage
I stack them niggaz up in them hearses like a can a
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 don't be fuckin' with them niggaz who be 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 dead in the
What's your murder penal code? 781 here in

Red rum, we hit'cha and we ya some
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 out a doubt

I ain't playin', fightin' is fuckin' around
I'd rather bust and leave your ass six 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 with a strap on ya side
'Cause playin' hatin' niggaz jack 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 strap on ya
'Cause if shit'll get too I might have to get my blast on

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

But um, told me once
Him and DJ Xtra Large, they 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