Luyện nghe bài hát A Buncha Niggas

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

The Group down yo, flippin' with West and me
Charge a gap quick kid, believe 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 back alley freaky ass to gas
So peak, about to get deep, we just kick
Your Third Eye right don't let your eyeball sleep

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

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 niggas better leave us alone

Ayo, it's time for me to flow and get down 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' your out

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

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

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

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

I hit you with the blow of death I leave nothin' left
I you up so quick 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 your back, I'm everyone
Quick to pack, quick to on the trigger
Who's in the house? Huh, a buncha

on the microphone? A buncha 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

yo, beg your pardon, whoa
When I put one to the head nuff funk startin'
Fine, so I headline for the
Get mine for my rap

Packed with potential, versatile elements
To quench sense, I get down so feel the mental
Rhyme pro I'm Rob-O, the spectacular
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 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 niggas
Who's on the microphone? A niggas
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us

Yo, here I go, here I go, here comes the man gain
Ruff with a pad and pen, so run go tell friends
the big belly babalu boogaloo big, boy
And I got plenty honies, there's no 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 static men to crew get dramatic
And I get crazy respect from crazy with automatics

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

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

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

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

Oh, hah, yo B, Busta
Be my nigga, muggin', only lovin' 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 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 microphone? A buncha
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us