Luyện nghe bài hát A Buncha Niggas

featuring Biggie Smalls Busta Rhymes Rob O Third Eye

Who's on the microphone? A NIGGAS! (repeat 3X)
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us

[Third
The Group Home's down yo flippin West and me
Charge a gap quick kid best it G
Oh I to flip the script and have a track record
Wreckin it swift I'm tellin ya to heck with tell to get the
crazy hairy thinkin drinkin cripple drunken
back alley freaky ass to gas technique
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 whassup
Cause we get freaky G, no you get with 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

Aiyyo, it's time for me to flow and get with this
I'm pullin out my mic, off some rounds to this
I gotta rep, so son you better slide out
Cause when I'm flippin, I'll be rippin your out
So gangsters play roles like in the movies
Oughta save that, they're way bad, you could do me
I'm real as they come, I'll ya numb with my vocal tones
Words hit like bats to your dome
No charges against me I'm jumpin the law man
A-men, punks should their plans
As the invincible principle Gang, is gettin
Sayin peace to the Heavster rollin with a buncha

[Biggie B.I.G.]
I bring like ya, spit on my momma
Cannibalistic, like that nigga Dahmer
I'ma, peeler, girl stealer
Coffin sealer, dealer, HUHHHHHH!
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 stick of
So nine-one-one, Biggie's got a gun
The gat to your back, I'm smokin
Quick to pack, to squeeze on the trigger
Who's in the HUHHHHHH! A buncha niggas!

Like yo, beg pardon, whoa
when I put one to the head nuff funk shit
Fine, so I headline for the
Get mine for my rap
with potential, wisdom versatile elements
to quench your sense, I get down so feel the
Rhyme pro I'm Rob-O, the super
Brown skinned junior from
Blowin up so it's, possible to
See the highlight, in fly writing, don't give a
I split when it's through it's get with the Guinness brew
and give a shoutout to my Uptown crew and still I'm

D]
Yo, here I go, here I go, here comes the man gain
Ruff with a pad and pen, so run go your friends
the big belly babalu boogaloo big, boy
And I got honies there's no need for no sex toy
me, slavery, let me go oh no no no
No will you treat my beautiful sisters like they're filthy hoes
Never ran static men to crew get dramatic
And I get crazy from crazy crews with automatics
Now push could come to shove because 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
When I'm on the block I'm with my flock and I'm rollin with a buncha

[Busta
Well HELLO HI! HELLO! How ya doin?!
HI! hi HEY, how ya doin?! Voltronic!
Busta Rhymes comin the mad ultrasonic
Esophagus to rock it, wreckin niggas to stop it
You get your style busted that's just what they get for
You want some?! Yes I know you want of the TALENT!
But you can up, and em-otionally get wicked
to it, in your inner groove watch a nigga kick it
Ohh hah! Yo Bee, Busta
be my niggan, never muggin, only and huggin
my niggas, as we get bigger we diesel
as masculine figures, L.O.N.S. we gettin with a buncha niggas!
YESS!

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