Luyện nghe bài hát A Buncha Niggas

Who's on the 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

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

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

Crazy hairy thinkin', drinkin', cripple, drunken
Style back freaky ass to gas technique
So peak, it's about to get deep, we kick
Your Third Eye right open let your eyeball sleep

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

Who's on the microphone? A buncha
on the microphone? A buncha niggas
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
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, off some rounds to this
I known rep, so son you better slide out
'Cause I'm flippin', I'll be rippin' your pride out

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

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

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

I drama like ya spit on my momma
Cannibalistic that nigga Jeffrey Dahmer
I'ma, head peeler, girl
sealer, ex-drug dealer, huh

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

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

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

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

Packed with potential, wisdom versatile
To quench your sense, I get down so the mental
Rhyme pro I'm Rob-O, the super
Brown skinned junior from

Blowin up so it's, possible to
See the highlight, in fly writing, give a fuck
I split when it's through then it's get the Guinness brew
And give a shout out to my Uptown crew and still I'm

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

Yo, here I go, here I go, comes the man again gain
Ruff a pad and pen, so run go tell your friends
the big belly babalu boogaloo 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 sisters like they're filthy
ran from static men to crew get dramatic
And I get crazy respect crazy crews with automatics

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

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

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

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

Oh, hah, yo B, Rhymes
Be my nigga, never muggin', only and huggin'
My niggas, as we get we come diesel
As masculine figures, L.O.N.S. we thicker
With a niggas, yes

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

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