Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It 2 'Em

Well I'm a fire this shit up like
And let the whole town know what's up me and Ant Banks
Another nigga turned
He wanna be a rapper, stick to the crossfader
Get on the radio and bad-mouth
But you know well you can't fuck with my crew
Fuck you nigga, your gets the eject
The pranksta gangsta, I relate
Yeah you Sittin' on Phat, it's your head
They wanted real shit, so they my tape instead
busta, motherfucker
So what's up the kid from the gutter
Fuck around and make a sacred place
Producing fake-ass tapes
And you call me deadweight?
Fuck around and have the whole Dangerous Crew at wake
Nah, I'm a you on the late night
And jack you for folk, at a stop light
Or rub up on your ass at
And them Mac-10 shells dropping good and plenty
Now you can your punk ass shit
But how did you go out? You went out a bitch
Now I'm gonna smoke your ass buddha
And all you motherfuckers, I'm a it to ya

Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm y'all set it off
Now the shit's a war
Them mark-ass niggas don't trouble (Repeat 2x)

Goddamn, the second verse
And it seems that shit got worse
Now I gotta get bad on a
Not you Banks, but that bitch
Now you should stop and
While I'm bouts to go on a mission
Yeah punk, I heard your
And as far as I'm concerned, the shit was
Damn a borderline bitch
As far as getting pussy, fool, you getting
Now tell me how sound
like another nigga from Dangerous getting beat down
Now you fuck with me, right?
Toe to toe in the alley in the middle of the
And me mop that ass
And 'em draw a chalk line around your bitch ass
But you know you ain't careful,
Remember on when you got the burning dick?
But how I'm gon' do ya
up the dank, nigga, cause I'm a bring it to ya

Fake ass, nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Now the like a war
Them niggas don't want trouble (Repeat 2x)

say "Pooh-Man, why you clowning?"
Cause I'm tired of my motherfucking
Fools tried to tame but can't
See I'm from the gutter, and straight fucking dank
So I got tried of niggas my cash
So I got smart, and I left they ass
See all of that's real, I got my
And all my motherfucking dollar
So fuck they say
And the shiesty those punk motherfuckers play
Fat mad at me I got a hit
Stop running your mouth, you son of a bitch
And I might wanna use your mom for a Late Night
But I'm out to get my dick sucked
So what you're stressing
I left the Dangerous Crew, it was a blessing
And oh brother wait, who the is Banks?
Nobody ya til "Fucking With Dank"
So for all you niggas, ya
Fuck you motherfuckers, cause I'm a it to ya

Fake ass, nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Now the like a war
Them mark-ass niggas don't trouble (Repeat til fade)