Luyện nghe bài hát A Buncha Niggas

Who's on the microphone? A niggas
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
Who's on the microphone? A niggas
I got my crew so other better leave us alone

on the microphone? A buncha niggas
Who's on the microphone? A niggas
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us

The Group Home's yo, flippin' with West and me
Charge a gap quick kid, best it G
Oh, I like to flip the script and have a track
Wreckin' it swift, I'm ya to heck with tell to get with the

Crazy thinkin', drinkin', cripple, drunken monkey
Style alley freaky ass to gas technique
So peak, about to get deep, we just kick
Your Third Eye right open don't let your sleep

The next step is the check, let's tell theses wassup
we get freaky G, no you can't get with me
Save yourself the step back black and don't even bother
Word to Shop and Swift they get called in like I'm your

on the microphone? A buncha niggas
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
Who's on the A buncha niggas
I got my crew so other niggas better us alone

Ayo, it's time for me to flow and get with this
I'm pullin' out my mic, spittin' off rounds to this
I gotta rep, so son you better slide out
'Cause when I'm flippin', I'll be rippin' pride out

So called play roles like in the movies
Oughta save that, way bad, you could never do me
I'm real as they come, I'll beat ya numb with my vocal
Words hit aluminum bats to your dome

No charges against me I'm jumpin' the law man
A-men, punks cancel their plans
As the invincible gang, is gettin' bigger
Sayin' peace to the Heavster with a buncha niggas

on the microphone? A buncha niggas
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
Who's on the A buncha niggas
I got my crew so other better leave us alone

I bring drama like ya on my momma
Cannibalistic that nigga Jeffrey Dahmer
I'ma, head peeler, stealer
Coffin sealer, dealer, huh

When I hit you with the blow of death I leave left
I cook you up so they call me Biggie Smalls the Chef
My burner's in my left, I'm not the type to
I'm blowin' up quick like a of dynamite

So call nine-one-one, got a gun
The gat to back, I'm smokin' everyone
Quick to pack, quick to squeeze on the
in the house? Huh, a buncha niggas

Who's on the microphone? A niggas
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
Who's on the A buncha niggas
I got my so other niggas better leave us alone

Like yo, beg pardon, whoa
When I put one to the head nuff funk startin'
Fine, so I for the public
Get for my rap subjects

with potential, wisdom versatile elements
To quench your sense, I get so feel the mental
Rhyme pro I'm Rob-O, the spectacular
Brown skinned junior Africa

Blowin up so it's, to freak
See the highlight, in fly writing, don't give a
I split it's through then it's get with the Guinness brew
And give a shout out to my Uptown and still I'm wreckin'

Who's on the microphone? A niggas
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
on the microphone? A buncha niggas
I got my crew so other better leave us alone

Yo, here I go, I go, here comes the man again gain
with a pad and pen, so run go tell your friends
It's the big belly babalu big, boy
And I got plenty honies, no need for no sex toy

me, slavery, let me go oh, no, no, no
No longer will you treat my beautiful like they're filthy hoes
ran from static men to crew get dramatic
And I get crazy respect from crazy crews with

Now push could come to shove because they the way I flip a skip
And that's what keeps me kinda popular all the honeydaps
So look at me now, and me who is bigger?
When I'm on the I'm with my flock
And I'm rollin with a niggas

Who's on the A buncha niggas
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
Who's on the A buncha niggas
I got my crew so other niggas better us alone

Well, hello, hi, hello, hello, how ya
Hi, hello, hi hey, how ya doin'?
Busta comin' with the mad ultrasonic
Esophagus to rock it, wreckin' need to stop it

You get your style busted that's just what they get for
You some? Yes, I know you want some of the talent
But you can juice up and emotionally get
To stick it in your inner groove, a nigga kick it

Oh, hah, yo B, Rhymes
Be my nigga, muggin', only lovin' and huggin'
My niggas, as we get bigger we diesel
As masculine figures, L.O.N.S. we thicker
With a niggas, yes

on the microphone? A buncha niggas
Who's on the A buncha niggas
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
I got my crew so other better leave us alone

on the microphone? A buncha niggas
Who's on the A buncha niggas
on the microphone? A buncha niggas
I got my crew so other better leave us alone