Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It 2 'Em

Well I'm a fire this shit up like
And let the town know what's up with me and Ant Banks
nigga turned traitor
He wanna be a rapper, stick to the crossfader
Get on the radio and Pooh
But you know damn you can't fuck with 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 real shit, so bought my tape instead
busta, motherfucker
So what's up the kid from the gutter
Fuck around and make Dangerous a sacred
them fake-ass tapes
And you call me deadweight?
Fuck around and have the whole Crew at your wake
Nah, I'm a catch you on the late
And you for your folk, at a stop light
Or rub up on your ass at
And have them Mac-10 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 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 like a war
Them niggas don't want trouble (Repeat 2x)

Goddamn, it's the verse
And it seems that shit done got
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 motherfucking
Yeah punk, I heard your
And as far as I'm concerned, the was fake
you's a borderline bitch
As far as getting pussy, fool, you dick
Now me how that sound
Sounds like another from Dangerous getting beat down
Now you wanna with me, right?
Toe to toe in the in the middle of the night
And me mop that ass
And have 'em draw a chalk line your bitch ass
But you know you ain't careful,
Remember on true 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

ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Now the like 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 to tame but they can't
See I'm from the gutter, and straight fucking with
So I got tried of niggas picking my
So I got smart, and I left punk ass
See all of that's real, I got my
And all my dollar bills
So fuck they say
And the shiesty games punk motherfuckers 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 Night Fuck
But I'm only out to get my sucked
So fuck what stressing
When I 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
Fuck you motherfuckers, cause 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 niggas don't trouble (Repeat til fade)