Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It 2 'Em

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

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

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

Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad set it off
Now the shit's a war
Them mark-ass 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 fucking with
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 motherfucking bills
So fuck everything say
And the shiesty games those punk play
Fat mad at me I got a hit
Stop running mouth, you sorry son of a bitch
And I might wanna use your mom for a Late Fuck
But I'm only out to get my dick
So fuck you're stressing
When I left the Crew, it was a blessing
And oh brother wait, who the fuck is
knew 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 shit's a war
Them mark-ass don't want trouble (Repeat til fade)