Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It 2 'Em

Well I'm a fire this shit up like
And let the whole town 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 can't with my crew
Fuck you nigga, your tape gets the
The pranksta gangsta, I relate
Yeah you Sittin' on Somethin' Phat, your head
They wanted real shit, so they my tape instead
busta, motherfucker
So what's up the kid from the gutter
Fuck around and make a sacred place
them fake-ass tapes
And you wanna me deadweight?
Fuck around and have the whole Crew at your wake
Nah, I'm a you on the late night
And jack you for your folk, at a stop
Or rub up on ass at Denny's
And have them Mac-10 shells dropping and plenty
Now you can your punk ass shit
But how did you go out? You went out a bitch
Now I'm smoke 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 like a war
Them mark-ass niggas don't trouble (Repeat 2x)

Goddamn, the second verse
And it that shit done got worse
Now I get bad on a trick
Not you Banks, but that other
Now you should and listen
While I'm bouts to go on a motherfucking
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 tell me how sound
Sounds like another nigga Dangerous getting beat down
Now you wanna fuck me, right?
Toe to toe in the in the middle of the night
And me mop that ass
And have 'em draw a chalk around your bitch ass
But you you ain't careful, trick
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

Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm y'all set it off
Now the shit's a war
mark-ass niggas don't want trouble (Repeat 2x)

say "Pooh-Man, why you clowning?"
Cause I'm tired of my surroundings
Fools 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 motherfucking bills
So fuck they say
And the shiesty those punk motherfuckers play
Fat mad at me I got a hit
Stop running your mouth, you sorry son of a
And I might wanna use your mom for a Night Fuck
But I'm out to get my dick sucked
So fuck you're stressing
When I left the Dangerous Crew, it was a
And oh brother wait, who the is Banks?
knew ya til "Fucking With Dank"
So for all you niggas, ya
Fuck you motherfuckers, cause I'm a it to ya

ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Now the shit's a war
Them mark-ass don't want trouble (Repeat til fade)