Luyện nghe bài hát A Buncha Niggas

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

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 us alone

The Home's 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
it swift, I'm tellin' ya to heck with tell to get with the

Crazy hairy thinkin', drinkin', cripple, drunken
Style back freaky ass to gas technique
So peak, about to get deep, we just kick
Third Eye right open don't let your eyeball sleep

The next step is the check, let's 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 Shop and Swift get called in like I'm your 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 and get down with this
I'm pullin' out my mic, spittin' off some to this
I gotta known rep, so son you slide out
'Cause when I'm flippin', be rippin' your pride out

So called gangsters roles like in the movies
Oughta that, they're way bad, you could 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 should cancel 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 niggas
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
I got my crew so other better leave us alone

I bring like ya spit on my momma
Cannibalistic 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 you up so quick they call 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 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 niggas

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

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

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

Blowin up so it's, to freak
See the highlight, in fly writing, don't a fuck
I split when it's through then it's get the Guinness brew
And a shout out to my Uptown crew and still I'm wreckin'

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

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

Now push could come to because they love the way I flip a skip
And that's what me kinda popular with all the honeydaps
So at me now, and tell me who is bigger?
When I'm on the block I'm my flock
And I'm with a buncha niggas

Who's on the A buncha niggas
Who's on the microphone? A buncha
Who's on the microphone? A niggas
I got my so other niggas better 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' niggas need to it

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

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

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

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 better leave us alone