Luyện nghe bài hát A Buncha Niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 leave us alone

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

When I hit you with the of death I leave nothin' 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 quick a stick of dynamite

So nine-one-one, Biggie's got a gun
The gat to your back, I'm smokin'
Quick to pack, quick to squeeze on the
Who's in the house? Huh, a niggas

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 niggas better leave us alone

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

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

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 out to my Uptown crew and still I'm wreckin'

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 better us alone

Yo, I go, here I go, here comes the man again gain
Ruff with a pad and pen, so run go tell 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 filthy hoes
Never ran static men to crew get dramatic
And I get crazy respect from crazy crews with

Now push could come to shove because love 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 block I'm with my
And I'm with a buncha niggas

Who's on the A buncha niggas
on the microphone? A buncha niggas
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
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 with the mad ultrasonic
to rock it, wreckin' niggas need to stop it

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

Oh, hah, yo B, Busta
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 buncha
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
on the microphone? A buncha niggas
I got my crew so other niggas leave us alone

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