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 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
Just a young nigga and I wanna my on
So why do you roll with a on ya side
'Cause if shit'll get too funky I might have to get my on

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

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

Kinda skip the drama, puts bodies in like Jeffrey Dahmer
You can get the gat for that kidnap your
The big mack from the city
Niggaz actin' shitty so I 'em with my nitty

wonder why S-P-I do or die
I don't give a fuck, I'm just a nigga high
So why do you with a strap on ya side
'Cause these playin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide

Niggaz 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 strap on ya
'Cause if get too funky I might have to get my blast on

Stick nigga, I told my DJ Xtra Large
As we pull some car up out his own garage
I stack them up in them hearses like a can a sardines
Two dollars a body, I'm for hire if you got the green

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

I don't be fuckin' with them who be shady and shit
Better stock 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 781 here in Cali

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

'Cause I ain't playin', fightin' is fuckin'
I'd rather 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 roll with a strap on ya
'Cause hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide

Niggaz wonder why do or die
I'm just a young nigga and I get my cash on
So why do you roll a strap on ya side
'Cause if shit'll get too funky I 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
snitchin', heh, it really ain't the same

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