Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It 2 'Em

Well I'm a fire this up like dank
And let the whole town know what's up with me and Ant
Another nigga turned
He wanna be a rapper, stick to the crossfader
Get on the radio and Pooh
But you know damn well you can't fuck my crew
Fuck you nigga, your gets the eject
The gangsta, I can't relate
Yeah you Sittin' on Phat, it's your head
They wanted shit, so they bought my tape instead
Bootsy-ass busta,
So what's up the kid from the gutter
Fuck around and make Dangerous a 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 your folk, at a stop
Or rub up on ass at Denny's
And have them Mac-10 dropping good and plenty
Now you can your punk ass shit
But how did you go You went out like a bitch
Now I'm gonna smoke 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 like a war
Them mark-ass niggas don't want (Repeat 2x)

Goddamn, the second verse
And it seems shit done got worse
Now I get bad on a trick
Not you Banks, but that other
Now you should stop and
While I'm bouts to go on a motherfucking
punk, I heard your tape
And as far as I'm concerned, the was fake
Damn a borderline bitch
As far as getting pussy, fool, you dick
Now me how that sound
Sounds another nigga from Dangerous getting beat down
Now you fuck with me, right?
Toe to toe in the alley in the of the night
And watch me mop ass
And 'em draw a chalk line around your bitch ass
But you know you ain't careful,
Remember on true when you got the burning
But how I'm gon' do ya
Fire up the dank, nigga, I'm a bring 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 don't want (Repeat 2x)

say "Pooh-Man, why you clowning?"
Cause I'm tired of my motherfucking
Fools tried to but they can't
See I'm from the gutter, and fucking with dank
So I got of niggas picking my cash
So I got smart, and I they punk ass
See all of real, I got my fill
And all my motherfucking bills
So fuck everything say
And the shiesty games those punk play
Fat mad at me I got a hit
running your mouth, you sorry son of a bitch
And I might use your mom for a Late Night Fuck
But I'm only out to get my dick
So fuck what stressing
When I left the Crew, it was a blessing
And oh wait, who the fuck 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, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm y'all set it off
Now the shit's a war
Them niggas don't want trouble (Repeat til fade)