Luyện nghe bài hát Bully Foot

Yeah yeah yeah my name is, Bust-Down-Some'n

And I am alongside,

Shit feel good nigga, what the fuck want

Let me feel on some bitches, with bully foot rap

Now, every I give y'all shit that
Blow up the spot, fuck you got
And bless and execute plots
That's to Extinction Event these wack niggaz offa this block
Me and Tha havin a drinkwatchin y'all niggaz get sick
Holdin ya stomachs you earl in the sink
The type of I never put in my clicksbecause you funny
And you be sittin down with your legs crossed like a
I be the foul quick to toast y'all, so alled
Niggaz who like to boast we let your bodies float along the y'all
This very moment, opponentniggaz like you
Ain't allowed up in our circle we don'tone it
We to microphone it, perhaps
What we gon' do instead is give y'all beats and raw sewage
And for the last that I'ma make clear
That when we present watch your when you be comin' here

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

To make ya duck (said get 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
Hoes be like all he do is poke me
Bitch what you think I do, the hokey pokey
Her boyfriend Smokey said he was gonna me
Her daddy crazy loc he tried to me and choke me
And she still want me, keep blowin up my
Tryin to provoke me to fall for
Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't said
I'm spittin liquid in the middle 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 Busta Rhymes, then I roll up, one
You got ice I got ice, but who nice on mics

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 (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know)

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

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

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

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