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

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

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 on ya side
'Cause 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 get too funky I might have to get my blast on

It goes one for the treble, two for the
Time to get my motherfuckin' 12 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 caps like bad, comes wicked Iz
They me hollow tipped and then they seal it with a kizz
For bootsie motherfuckers that be ridin' around
Hidin' around the corner, tryin' to get a motherfucker

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

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

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

Niggaz why S-P-I do or die
I'm a young nigga and I'm tryin' to get my cash 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

that nigga, I told my DJ Xtra Large
As we pull some niggaz car up out his own
I stack them niggaz up in them hearses 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' leavin' black much day

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

Red rum, we hit'cha and we give ya
See mosta niggaz up in my set, we bustin' dum-dums
My Uzi 'em up and spits 'em out, fuck a title bout
I'm my gat up out a fist fight with out a doubt

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

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

Niggaz why S-P-I do or die
I'm just a young nigga and I wanna get my on
So why do you roll a strap 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
got me lookin' up over my shoulder now man
I gotta a strap, I be shady, playa hataz hate me
snitchin', heh, it really ain't the same

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