Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

T]
Yuh!
I'm on that 'notiq the color of Hulk man
And the smoke got a nigga twerkin
You is perkin - so you doin it big?
You roll deep but when I see you it's just you and kids
I roll sick, my rims feel helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep like a Mercer
trip when they see the whip dippin by
The paint on it change the I-95
I'm just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the
heat for you niggaz and the po' for the
Sean Gotti, I'm puttin an end to
I'm off heat, 'til them eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, gon' get 'em
Fluids disperse out like refreshin club serum
I'm deadly as bite but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on your birthday while you your cake

The Game]
We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the
The chains, the fuckin broads we
We gangsters nigga; we'll come your hood
a hundred and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the
And my niggaz'll put you the street
We nigga; so you better watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whole in your face

T]
Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch on the ground
Just 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 boss, I know most niggaz envious dawg
And if a owe me change you better give me it dawg
If you feelin you wanna leap, make like a frog
You niggaz lame, transparent like Woman's plane
I'm a in this game, a federal figure
Blowin in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a NASCAR winner Mo' and Bill{?}
don't give a fuck about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for
The end result will probably be, and flowers
So I'll advise you deduct your QP's and
We gangsters and we jackin (yup!)

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