Luyện nghe bài hát You Can Get The Gat for That

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wonder 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 strap on ya
these playin' hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide

Niggaz wonder why do or die
a young nigga and I wanna my cash on
So why do you with a strap 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
Time to get my motherfuckin' 12 gauge
I blast off like N.A.S.A, as I rolls right ya
Bust a couple a caps and leave ya ghost Casper

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

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

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

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

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 a strap 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 some niggaz car up out his own
I stack them up in them hearses like 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 that grip and an extra clip and a bottle a Hindu 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 and we give ya some
See these niggaz up in my set, we bustin' dum-dums
My Uzi 'em up and spits 'em out, fuck 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 bust and leave your ass six feet up under ground

Niggaz why S-P-I do or die
I give a fuck, I'm just a nigga stayin' high
So why do you with a strap on ya side
playin' hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide

Niggaz wonder why do or die
I'm just a young nigga and I wanna get my 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

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

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