Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It 2 'Em

Well I'm a fire shit up like dank
And let the whole town know what's up with me and Ant
Another turned traitor
He wanna be a rapper, fool to the crossfader
Get on the radio and Pooh
But you know damn you can't fuck with my crew
you nigga, your tape gets the eject
The pranksta gangsta, I relate
Yeah you on Somethin' Phat, it's your head
wanted 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 wanna call me
Fuck around and have the whole Dangerous Crew at your
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 have Mac-10 shells dropping good and plenty
Now you can keep your ass shit
But how did you go out? You went out a bitch
Now I'm gonna smoke your ass like
And all you motherfuckers, I'm a it to ya

Fake ass, nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Now the shit's a war
Them mark-ass niggas want trouble (Repeat 2x)

Goddamn, it's the second
And it seems that done got worse
Now I get bad on a trick
Not you Banks, but other bitch
Now you stop and listen
While I'm to go on a motherfucking mission
Yeah punk, I your tape
And as far as I'm concerned, the shit was
Damn a borderline bitch
As far as pussy, fool, you getting dick
Now me how that sound
Sounds like another nigga from Dangerous getting beat
Now you wanna fuck with me,
Toe to toe in the alley in the middle of the
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 that's how I'm do ya
Fire up the dank, nigga, I'm a bring it to ya

Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, I'm glad y'all set it off
Now the like a war
Them mark-ass niggas want trouble (Repeat 2x)

say "Pooh-Man, why you clowning?"
Cause I'm tired of my surroundings
Fools to tame but they can't
See I'm from the gutter, and straight with dank
So I got of niggas picking my cash
So I got smart, and I left punk ass
See all of real, I got my fill
And all my dollar bills
So fuck everything say
And the games those punk motherfuckers play
Fat mad at me I got a hit
Stop your mouth, you sorry 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
When I left the Dangerous Crew, it was a
And oh brother wait, who the is Banks?
Nobody knew ya til "Fucking Dank"
So for all you niggas, ya
you motherfuckers, cause I'm a bring it to ya

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