Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It 2 'Em

Well I'm a fire shit up like dank
And let the whole town what's up with me and Ant Banks
Another nigga traitor
He wanna be a rapper, fool stick to the
Get on the radio and Pooh
But you damn well you can't fuck with my crew
Fuck you nigga, tape gets the eject
The pranksta gangsta, I relate
Yeah you on Somethin' Phat, it's your head
They real shit, so they bought my tape instead
Bootsy-ass busta,
So what's up the kid from the gutter
Fuck around and make a sacred place
Producing them 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 your folk, at a light
Or rub up on ass at Denny's
And have them Mac-10 shells dropping and plenty
Now you can your punk ass shit
But how did you go You went out like a bitch
Now I'm smoke your ass like buddha
And all you motherfuckers, I'm a it to ya

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

Goddamn, the second verse
And it seems that shit got worse
Now I gotta get bad on a
Not you Banks, but other 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 was fake
Damn you's a borderline
As far as pussy, fool, you getting dick
Now tell me how sound
Sounds like another nigga from getting beat down
Now you wanna fuck with me,
Toe to toe in the alley in the of the night
And me mop that ass
And have 'em draw a chalk around your bitch ass
But you know you careful, trick
on true 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, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm y'all set it off
Now the shit's a war
mark-ass niggas don't want trouble (Repeat 2x)

say "Pooh-Man, why you clowning?"
Cause I'm of my motherfucking surroundings
Fools tried to tame but they
See I'm from the gutter, and straight with dank
So I got tried of niggas my cash
So I got smart, and I they punk ass
See all of that's real, I got my
And all my dollar bills
So fuck everything say
And the shiesty games those punk motherfuckers
Fat mad at me I got a hit
Stop running your mouth, you son of a bitch
And I might wanna use mom for a Late Night Fuck
But I'm only out to get my dick
So fuck what you're
When I the Dangerous Crew, it was a blessing
And oh brother wait, who the fuck is
Nobody ya til "Fucking With Dank"
So for all you niggas, ya
you motherfuckers, cause I'm a bring it to ya

Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad set it off
Now the shit's a war
Them mark-ass niggas want trouble (Repeat til fade)