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 on some bitches, with this bully foot rap

Now, every time I y'all shit that
up the spot, fuck what you got
And bless and strategical plots
That's to Extinction Level Event these wack 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 clicksbecause you
And you be sittin down with legs crossed like a bitch
I be the foul mouth quick to toast y'all, so
Niggaz who like to boast we let your float along the coast y'all
very given moment, opponentniggaz like you
Ain't allowed up in our cause we don'tone it
We to microphone it, perhaps
What we gon' do is give y'all gutter beats and raw sewage
And for the thing that I'ma make clear
That when we present watch step when you be comin' here

Blow up the spot (fuck 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 nigga what) You know

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

This world's to make me crack, but it still ain't broke me
I fall and just rebound like Charles Oakley
be like all he wanna do is poke me
Bitch what you I wanna do, the hokey pokey
Her boyfriend Smokey he was gonna smoke me
Her daddy crazy loc he tried to me and choke me
And she want me, keep blowin up my Noki'
Tryin to provoke me to for okey-dokey
Don't me boy, cause I ain't said shit
I'm just liquid in the middle of the pit
Turn it up a bit, it up and hit the bomb
I'm iller than Sadaam takin Carrie's mom to the
Cool and calm, Macken-Ro, don
Bust rounds with Rhymes, then 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 and the West coast
We hot (controllin the block, you better)

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

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

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

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