Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta

It's so

Ace

You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all shit
'bout you get all them bricks
I'm a to come round your way
I'm real you all too fake

And a pistol ya mama stay
Act like I don't know you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the spray

(Get 'em)
Boy, ya go
(Get 'em)
Boy, ya go
Blocka, blocka, blocka,
Boy, you go

Hol' up with it,
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, where his
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas gon' me kill him

Make his body shiver like he in a river
Matter fact I'm a leave him in the
and get him when it's winter
Nigga back, I'm gutta, I done told ya that

Rock boy over bags
Say you them slabs of crack
See you a lie like Pac is back
Man you niggas all

And you won't last
your somethin' like paper tags
Don't make me slide the
To from blast, get his ass

You comin' round here
all that shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a to come round your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake

And a pistol where ya mama
Act like I don't know you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the spray

Now let me get 'em
I walk up in the place
Put the pace in ya
'em gimme that K

Fuck niggas and they really think
That I where they lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload that K we leave em and we find
'em in a couple of

Pussy niggas know you lay
Actin' I don't know where you stay
Runnin' at ya man, ya nigga's too fake
Tellin' all the niggas you move them thangs, what?

Y'ain't 'bout that lie. Y'ain't got no stride, naw
You'nt grind, leave em in the streets
the D boys find 'em, dumb niggas
And huggin' on the grind in the middle of this town
We gon' 'em

You comin' round here
Talkin' all that
'bout you get all them bricks
I'm a have to round your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake

And a where ya mama stay
Act like I know where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic

Now who am I? Mothafuckas wanna
When I pull up in that
They know that it's
Big holes in ya body coasters

Creep, creep we deep with
Black to carry that toaster
Hot head, now they callin' me
But still in Adidas with the heaters, millimeters

Wanna see yo family at pop
Pop call me ace
Slump niggas, I'm a call you
Click clack now ya red

Hand 'em an tampon, no batteries know that
The be hands on, it'll take yo mans on
his body slumped in the damn yard
(Get 'em)

You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a have to come round way
Nigga I'm you all too fake

And a pistol ya mama stay
Act like I know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the spray