Luyện nghe bài hát Bully Foot

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

And I am alongside,

Shit good nigga, what the fuck y'all want

Let me feel on bitches, with this bully foot rap

Now, every time I give shit that
Blow up the spot, what you got
And bless and strategical plots
That's to Extinction Level these wack niggaz offa this block
Me and Tha havin a drinkwatchin y'all niggaz get sick
Holdin ya stomachs 'til you in the sink
The of dude I never put in my clicksbecause you funny
And you be sittin down with your legs crossed a bitch
I be the foul mouth quick to toast y'all, so
Niggaz who like to we let your bodies float along the coast y'all
This very moment, opponentniggaz like you
Ain't allowed up in our cause 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 we present watch your step 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 ya duck (said get down nigga what) You know

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

This tryin to make me crack, but it still 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 wanna do, the pokey
Her boyfriend Smokey he was gonna smoke me
Her daddy crazy loc he tried to beat me and me
And she still want me, keep blowin up my
to provoke me to fall for okey-dokey
Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't shit
I'm just spittin in the middle of the pit
Turn it up a bit, burn it up and hit the
I'm iller than takin Carrie's mom to the prom
and calm, Macken-Ro, Likwid don
Bust rounds with Busta Rhymes, I roll up, one
You got ice I got ice, but who on these mics

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 (said get down nigga what) You know

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

We out for justice so bust it's Busta and the Alkies
Niggaz wanna know the but they just can't get it out me
So they talk that 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 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 I put parts in niggaz hair
So I declare war Tha Liks, we competitors
The feds be checkin fo' us writin to these editors like
QuotTha Liks is veterans they straight from
We ain't give a fuck when they sprayed that beer on us quotlike
{RRRRAHHH RAARRRAOW} just like a Dragon
Taggin Tash up on the while my pants is saggin
Draggin niggaz the mud clear blood all through the club
The quickest way to show some 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 duck (said get down what) You know

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