Luyện nghe bài hát You Can Get The Gat for That

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

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

Niggaz 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 strap on ya
'Cause these hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide

Niggaz wonder why do or die
Just a young and I wanna my cash on
So why do you with a strap on ya side
if shit'll get too funky I might have to get my blast on

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

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

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

skip the drama, puts bodies in freezers like Jeffrey Dahmer
You can get the gat for that kidnap your
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 a strap on ya side
'Cause these hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide

Niggaz wonder why do or die
I'm just a young and I'm tryin' to get my cash on
So why do you roll with a strap on ya
'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 up in them hearses like a can a sardines
Two thousand a body, I'm for hire if you got the green

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

I don't be fuckin' with them who be shady and shit
Better that grip and an extra clip and a bottle a Hindu to sip on
on this nigga that's leavin' 'em dead in the alley
What's your murder code? 781 here in Cali

Red rum, we hit'cha and we give ya
See mosta these 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

'Cause I playin', fightin' is fuckin' 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 stayin' high
So why do you roll with a strap on ya
'Cause playin' hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my

wonder why S-P-I do or die
I'm a young nigga and I wanna get my cash on
So why do you with 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 my shoulder now man
I gotta a strap, I ain't be shady, playa hataz me
Bitches snitchin', heh, it really ain't the

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