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 niggas
I got my crew so other niggas better us alone

Who's on the microphone? A niggas
Who's on the A buncha niggas
Who's on the A buncha niggas
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 hairy thinkin', drinkin', cripple, drunken
Style back alley freaky ass to gas
So peak, it's about to get deep, we just
Your Eye right open 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
yourself the trouble step back 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
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
Who's on the A buncha niggas
I got my crew so other niggas leave us alone

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

So called gangsters play like 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 aluminum bats to your dome

No charges me 'cause 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 buncha

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 us alone

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

When I hit you the blow of death I leave nothin' 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 up quick like a stick of dynamite

So call nine-one-one, got a gun
The gat to your back, I'm 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 buncha
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
I got my crew so other niggas better us alone

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

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

up so it's, possible to freak
See the highlight, in fly writing, give a fuck
I split when it's 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 buncha
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
on the microphone? A buncha niggas
I got my crew so niggas better leave us alone

Yo, here I go, I go, here comes the man again gain
Ruff with a pad and pen, so run go tell your
It's the big belly babalu 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 will you my beautiful sisters like they're filthy hoes
Never ran from static men to get dramatic
And I get crazy respect from crews with automatics

Now push could come to shove because they love the way I a skip
And what keeps me kinda popular with 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 a buncha niggas

Who's on the A buncha 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

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

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

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

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

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