Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It 2 'Em

Well I'm a fire this shit up dank
And let the whole know what's up with me and Ant Banks
Another nigga 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 tape the eject
The pranksta gangsta, I relate
Yeah you Sittin' on Somethin' Phat, it's your
They real 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 fake-ass
And you call me deadweight?
Fuck around and have the whole Dangerous at your 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 dropping good and plenty
Now you can your punk ass shit
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, goddamn I'm y'all set it off
Now the shit's a war
Them niggas don't want trouble (Repeat 2x)

Goddamn, it's the verse
And it that shit done got worse
Now I gotta get bad on a
Not you Banks, but other bitch
Now you should stop and
While I'm bouts to go on a motherfucking
Yeah punk, I heard your
And as far as I'm concerned, the shit was
Damn a borderline bitch
As far as getting pussy, fool, you getting
Now me how that sound
Sounds like nigga from Dangerous getting beat down
Now you fuck with me, right?
Toe to toe in the alley in the middle of the
And watch me mop ass
And have 'em draw a chalk line around your 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, I'm a bring 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 want trouble (Repeat 2x)

say "Pooh-Man, why you clowning?"
Cause I'm tired of my surroundings
Fools tried to tame but they
See I'm from the gutter, and fucking with dank
So I got tried of picking my cash
So I got smart, and I left they ass
See all of real, I got my fill
And all my motherfucking dollar
So fuck everything say
And the games those punk motherfuckers play
Fat mad at me I got a hit
Stop running your mouth, you sorry son of a
And I wanna use your mom for a Late Night 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 wait, who the fuck 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, nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Now the shit's a war
Them mark-ass niggas want trouble (Repeat til fade)