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 y'all want

Let me feel on some bitches, with bully foot rap

Now, every time I give y'all that
up the spot, fuck what you got
And and execute strategical plots
That's to Level Event these wack niggaz offa this block
Me and Tha Alkaholiks havin a drinkwatchin y'all get sick
Holdin ya stomachs you earl 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 toast y'all, so
Niggaz who like to boast we let bodies float along the coast y'all
This very moment, opponentniggaz like you
Ain't allowed up in our circle we don'tone it
We love to microphone it,
What we gon' do instead is give y'all beats and raw sewage
And for the last thing that make clear
That when we present watch your step 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 (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
Hoes be like all he do is poke me
Bitch what you I wanna do, the hokey pokey
Her boyfriend Smokey he was gonna smoke me
Her daddy loc he tried to beat me and choke me
And she still want me, blowin up my Noki'
Tryin to provoke me to fall for
Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't shit
I'm spittin liquid in the middle of the pit
it up a bit, burn it up and hit the bomb
I'm than Sadaam takin Carrie's mom to the prom
and calm, Macken-Ro, Likwid don
Bust rounds with Busta Rhymes, then I up, one
You got ice I got ice, but who nice on these

Blow up the spot (fuck you got, we got)
Shit for the East and the 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)

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 they talk that shit about me but to me never not
They pop that shit the room while I down another shot
I smoke a hefty bag of doz and black out, and composure
Close my eyes and throw a bottle (I'm fuckin up) this over
I still got flare so just stare from over there
Cause I'm so with guns I put parts in niggaz hair
So I declare war Tha Liks, we competitors
The feds be fo' us writin letters to these editors like
QuotTha is veterans they straight from California
We ain't even give a when they sprayed that beer on us quotlike
{RRRRAHHH RAARRRAOW} just like a Dungeon
Taggin Tash up on the wall while my is saggin
Draggin niggaz through the mud clear blood all through the
The quickest way to show some is let a nigga hit your bud

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

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

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