Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It 2 'Em

Well I'm a fire shit up like dank
And let the whole know what's up with me and Ant Banks
Another turned traitor
He wanna be a rapper, stick to the crossfader
Get on the radio and Pooh
But you know damn well you fuck with my crew
Fuck you nigga, tape gets the eject
The pranksta gangsta, I can't
you Sittin' on Somethin' Phat, it's your head
They wanted real shit, so they bought my instead
Bootsy-ass busta,
So what's up with the kid the gutter
Fuck and make Dangerous a sacred place
them fake-ass tapes
And you call me deadweight?
Fuck around and have the whole Dangerous Crew at your
Nah, I'm a catch you on the night
And jack you for your folk, at a stop
Or rub up on ass at Denny's
And them Mac-10 shells dropping good and plenty
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

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)

Goddamn, the second verse
And it seems that done got worse
Now I get bad on a trick
Not you Banks, but that bitch
Now you should and listen
While I'm to go on a motherfucking mission
punk, I heard your tape
And as far as I'm concerned, the shit was
Damn you's a bitch
As far as getting pussy, fool, you dick
Now me how that sound
Sounds like another nigga Dangerous getting beat down
Now you wanna fuck with me,
Toe to toe in the alley in the middle of the
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
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 shit's a war
Them mark-ass niggas don't trouble (Repeat 2x)

say "Pooh-Man, why you clowning?"
Cause I'm of my motherfucking surroundings
Fools tried to tame but they
See I'm the gutter, and straight fucking with dank
So I got tried of picking my cash
So I got smart, and I left they ass
See all of that's real, I got my
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 mouth, you sorry son of a bitch
And I might wanna use your mom for a Late Night
But I'm only out to get my sucked
So fuck what stressing
I left the Dangerous Crew, it was a blessing
And oh wait, who the fuck is Banks?
knew 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, goddamn I'm glad set it off
Now the shit's a war
Them mark-ass don't want trouble (Repeat til fade)