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
Another nigga turned
He wanna be a rapper, stick to the crossfader
Get on the radio and bad-mouth
But you know well you can't fuck with my crew
Fuck you nigga, your gets the eject
The gangsta, I can't relate
Yeah you Sittin' on Somethin' Phat, it's your
They wanted real shit, so they my tape instead
busta, motherfucker
So what's up the kid from the gutter
around and make Dangerous a sacred place
Producing fake-ass tapes
And you call me deadweight?
Fuck around and have the Dangerous 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 shells dropping 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, goddamn I'm glad 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 shit got worse
Now I gotta get bad on a
Not you Banks, but that bitch
Now you should stop and
While I'm to go on a motherfucking mission
Yeah punk, I heard your
And as far as I'm concerned, the was fake
Damn a borderline bitch
As far as pussy, fool, you getting dick
Now tell me how sound
Sounds like another nigga from Dangerous getting down
Now you fuck with me, right?
Toe to toe in the in the middle of the night
And watch me mop ass
And have 'em draw a chalk line around bitch ass
But you you ain't careful, trick
Remember on true when you got the burning
But how I'm gon' do ya
up the dank, nigga, cause I'm a bring it to ya

Fake 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 tired of my motherfucking
tried to tame but they can't
See I'm the gutter, and straight fucking with dank
So I got tried of niggas picking my
So I got smart, and I left they ass
See all of real, I got my fill
And all my dollar bills
So fuck everything say
And the games those punk motherfuckers play
Fat mad at me I got a hit
running your mouth, you sorry son of a bitch
And I wanna use your mom for a Late Night Fuck
But I'm out to get my dick sucked
So what you're stressing
When I left the Dangerous Crew, it was a
And oh brother wait, who the 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, nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Now the like a war
Them mark-ass niggas want trouble (Repeat til fade)