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 - so you doin it big?
You roll deep but when I see you it's you and your kids
I roll sick, my feel like helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep like a teller
Haters trip when they see the whip by
The paint on it change the I-95
I'm just Clyde, the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint
for you niggaz and the po' for the mamis
Sean Gotti, I'm puttin an end to
I'm lettin off heat, 'til them get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, gon' get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out like club serum
I'm deadly as bite but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on your while you cuttin your cake

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

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

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S.T. D-Squad, G.G.D
Don't get it twisted yeah we do creep
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 or dead
I chop haters up, like an old-ass
Or through your village, like Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm like on red meat, I'm on you niggaz
You afros? Then I I got to comb you niggaz
So break bread, you see me dawg hit the flo'
I'm like a off the X, unpredicta-ble
always hollerin how gangsta they is
But got about as much courage as the in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into pullin shanks on you fake cats
Me and my burner it down man we go way back