Luyện nghe bài hát Bully Foot

Yeah yeah yeah yeah my name is,

And I am alongside,

Shit feel good nigga, what the y'all want

Let me feel on some bitches, with bully foot rap

Now, time I give y'all shit that
Blow up the spot, fuck you got
And bless and execute plots
That's to Level Event these wack niggaz offa this block
Me and Tha Alkaholiks havin a y'all niggaz get sick
Holdin ya stomachs 'til you in the sink
The type of dude I never put in my you funny
And you be sittin with your legs crossed like a bitch
I be the foul mouth quick to y'all, so alled
Niggaz who like to boast we let your bodies float along the y'all
This given moment, opponentniggaz like you
Ain't up in our circle cause we don'tone it
We love to microphone it,
we gon' do instead is give y'all gutter beats and raw sewage
And for the last thing that I'ma clear
when we present watch your step when you be comin' here

Blow up the (fuck what you got, we got)
Shit for the East and the South and the coast
We hot (controllin the block, you better)

To make ya (said get down nigga what) You know

To bounce in the (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know)

This world's tryin to make me crack, but it ain't broke me
I fall down and just rebound like Oakley
be like all he wanna do is poke me
Bitch what you think I do, the hokey pokey
Her boyfriend Smokey said he was smoke me
Her daddy crazy loc he tried to me and choke me
And she want me, keep blowin up my Noki'
Tryin to me to fall for okey-dokey
Don't me boy, cause I ain't said shit
I'm just spittin liquid in the of the pit
Turn it up a bit, it up and hit the bomb
I'm iller than Sadaam takin mom to the prom
Cool and calm, Macken-Ro, don
Bust rounds with Rhymes, then I roll up, one
You got ice I got ice, but who nice on these

Blow up the (fuck what you got, we got)
Shit for the East and the South and the coast
We hot (controllin the block, you better)

To make ya (said get down nigga what) You know

To bounce in the truck (aiyyo, get the funk, y'know)

We out for so bust this it's Busta and the Alkies
Niggaz wanna know the but they just can't get it out me
So they talk that shit me but to me that's never not
They pop that shit across the room while I down shot
I smoke a hefty bag of doz and black out, and composure
my eyes and throw a bottle (I'm fuckin up) this party over
I still got that flare so just stare from there
Cause I'm so accurate with guns I put in niggaz hair
So I war Tha Liks, we fierce competitors
The feds be checkin fo' us writin letters to these like
QuotTha is veterans they straight from California
We ain't even give a fuck when they sprayed that beer on us
{RRRRAHHH RAARRRAOW} just a Dungeon Dragon
Tash up on the wall while my pants is saggin
Draggin niggaz through the mud clear blood all the club
The quickest way to some love is let a nigga hit your bud

Blow up the (fuck what you got, we got)
for the East and the South and the West coast
We hot (controllin the block, you better)

To make ya (said get down nigga what) You know

To bounce in the truck (aiyyo, get the funk, y'know)