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 with me and Ant
nigga turned traitor
He wanna be a rapper, fool stick to the
Get on the radio and bad-mouth
But you damn well you can't fuck with my crew
Fuck you nigga, your tape gets the
The gangsta, I can't relate
Yeah you Sittin' on Somethin' Phat, it's your
They wanted real shit, so they bought my tape
Bootsy-ass busta,
So what's up with the kid from the
around and make Dangerous 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 catch you on the night
And you for your folk, at a stop light
Or rub up on ass at Denny's
And have them Mac-10 shells dropping good and
Now you can keep your punk ass
But how did you go out? You out like a bitch
Now I'm gonna smoke 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 like a war
Them mark-ass don't want trouble (Repeat 2x)

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

Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad set it off
Now the like a war
Them mark-ass don't want trouble (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 straight fucking dank
So I got tried of picking my cash
So I got smart, and I left punk ass
See all of that's real, I got my
And all my motherfucking dollar
So fuck they say
And the shiesty games those punk motherfuckers
Fat mad at me I got a hit
running your mouth, you sorry son of a bitch
And I might wanna use mom for a Late Night Fuck
But I'm only out to get my sucked
So fuck you're stressing
I left the Dangerous 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
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 mark-ass niggas want trouble (Repeat til fade)