Luyện nghe bài hát You Can Get The Gat for That

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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 wanna jack me for my rizzide

Niggaz why S-P-I do or die
a young nigga and I wanna my cash on
So why do you roll with a on ya side
'Cause if get too funky I might have to get my blast on

It one for the treble, two for the funk
Time to get my motherfuckin' 12 pump
I off like N.A.S.A, as I rolls right past ya
Bust a couple a caps and leave ya ghost like

I caps like bad, comes wicked like Iz
They me hollow tipped and then they seal it with 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 they crackle
Laugh like a jackal as I they ass
With a fury of them buckshots, they mask

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

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 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 get too funky I might have to get my blast on

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

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

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

'Cause I playin', fightin' is fuckin' around
I'd rather bust and leave ass six feet up under ground

Niggaz wonder why 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 hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide

Niggaz wonder why do or die
I'm just a young and I wanna get my cash on
So why do you roll with a 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 lookin' up over my 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 I can get the strap for that
And what the fuck I'm gone do
I'm out this man