Luyện nghe bài hát A Buncha Niggas

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

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

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

Crazy hairy thinkin', drinkin', cripple, monkey
Style back alley ass to gas technique
So peak, it's about to get deep, we kick
Your Third Eye open don't let your eyeball sleep

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

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

Ayo, it's time for me to flow and get with this
I'm pullin' out my mic, spittin' off some rounds to
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
Oughta save that, way bad, you could never do me
I'm real as come, I'll beat ya numb with my vocal tones
Words hit like bats to your dome

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

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

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

When I hit you with the blow of death I leave nothin'
I cook you up so quick they call me 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 nine-one-one, Biggie's got a gun
The gat to back, I'm smokin' everyone
Quick to pack, to squeeze on the trigger
Who's in the house? Huh, a buncha

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

yo, beg your pardon, whoa
When I put one to the head nuff funk 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 Africa

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

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

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

me, slavery, let me go oh, no, no, no
No longer you treat my beautiful sisters like they're filthy hoes
Never ran from static men to crew get
And I get respect from crazy crews with automatics

Now push could come to shove because they love the way I 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 block I'm with my
And I'm rollin with a niggas

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

Well, hello, hi, hello, hello, how ya
Hi, hello, hi hey, how ya Voltronic
Busta Rhymes comin' the mad ultrasonic
Esophagus to rock it, wreckin' niggas need to it

You get your style busted that's just they get for comin'
You want some? Yes, I you want some of the talent
But you can up and emotionally get wicked
To it in your inner 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

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

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 better leave us