Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

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Yuh!
I'm sippin on 'notiq the color of Hulk man
And the smoke got a nigga twerkin
You niggaz is perkin - so you it big?
You roll deep but when I see you it's you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter
And my pockets run deep a Mercer teller
Haters trip they see the whip dippin by
The paint on it change like the
I'm just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the
heat for you and the po' for the mamis
Sean Gotti, I'm puttin an end to
I'm lettin off heat, 'til them eyes get
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out like club serum
I'm as bite venom but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on your birthday while you your cake

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We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the
The chains, the broads we with
We gangsters we'll come through your hood
a hundred deep and empty the whole
We nigga; we got guns for the beef
And my niggaz'll put you under the
We gangsters so you better watch what you say
'Fore I empty the glock in your face

T]
Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch lines on the
burner shells, and police siren sounds
Niggaz who I am in the town; it ain't a circus
But it might as be, cause you know I'ma clown
I'm a terrain boss, I know niggaz envious dawg
And if a nigga owe me change you give me it dawg
If you feelin like you wanna leap, like a frog
You niggaz lame, transparent like Wonder plane
I'm a stunna in game, a federal figure
doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm a NASCAR winner poppin Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad don't a fuck about nobody else
I pull a {?} to your whole, clique for hours
The end result will be, pinewood and flowers
So I'll advise you deduct your and powder
We gangsters and we jackin (yup!)

T]
S.T. D-Squad, G.G.D
Don't get it motherfucker yeah we do creep
We ride out thug, we don't die
We lay low like tryin to fix up rides
A lot of say I'm sick in the head, when I anger it's on
Poodles be up missin or dead
I chop up, like an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm like piranhas on red meat, I'm on you
You afros? Then I guess I got to you niggaz
So break bread, when you see me dawg hit the
I'm like a nigga off the X,
always hollerin how gangsta they is
But got about as much as the Lion in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into pullin shanks on you Jake cats
Me and my burner it down man we go way back