Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin' No Discussin'

Yo Twist!
Shit, niggaz out here talkin real sideways man
Shit... it's time to show what's really hood

[Chorus:
Bussin discussin
People are runnin is gunnin
are runnin because it was stunnin
Hearin the ambulance when it be in

Roll in the Chevy Malibu I they dig that
In the secret compartment is where I hid
Try to avoid I see the pigs at
and black Calico when I push your shit back
When I'm out of town I go the hood at
Because I know where I can get that's good at
The dopefiends is show me where the kush at
Ain't got no cigarillo where the backwood at
Come walkin up and get a pistol in your hoe
If you want an autograph you say so
Otherwise everybody gon' to stay low
Cause I'm about to give motherfucker a halo~!

Bodies droppin pistols poppin we bustin our
People around like it was a bomb threat
Got plenty ammunition, show me where your at
So much terrorism askin me where Saddam at
Like Bush I alarm 'em 'em let fire open out
Go forth him open choke him and try to smoke him out
Shit is serious I'ma show you what this about
That's what you motherfuckers get for havin an open

I'm killin new arrivals every time I shoot a
you suicidal cause everything I do is vital
Displayin mo' evil than the preacher threw the bible
Win a Bentley don't think it's mine I show you the title
In the car up trees, call me a lumberjack
You say you a baller then nigga the hundreds at?
Get me in the club, it won't be of that
A 22 on my like I'm a Dallas Cowboys running back

[Hook:
one in yo' leg if you RUN UP
Catch one in yo' if you RUN UP
one in yo' head if you RUN UP
You can end up if you RUN UP
I'ma cop me a Benz I COME UP
I'ma cop me a Beemer I COME UP
I'ma shit on the when I COME UP
I'ma hit all the when I..

I lay you out like tomorrow's outfit
You me pissed, you niggaz ain't about shit
Before you get me I suggest you bounce bitch
I got to come up in yo' house with
To tell yo' woman she look good in killer jeans
Think it's butter I wanna cut her a guillotine
to get at her but right now it's still a dream
I'd the thong, but right now for the microphone I'm still a fiend

I'm on the block servin up rock like Johnny
With killer niggaz we didn't really if you like us
Vicious, so cold, that I be laryngitis
Still shit that's hotter than any temperature on is
Gotta read celsius just to say you felt me
Better be yo' healthiest you can belt me up
All up in my face talkin you gon' tell me WHAT
I ain't gon' be the one needin my homies to me up

Now in with that let me take a lil' hit of the blig
This pussy nigga right wanna get rid of my nigz
He don't want it we got the chrome thing-a-ma-jigs
And I make a nigga rappin and go get him a gig
I'm buck when I'm on a mission you better how I do
You got what I want so I'm creepin cause I got a
I'm thirsty as FUCK~! and money is the water
you hard to follow but I'm on you like Polamalu

With the shotty I'ma drama to you quarter leagues
Make that dollar if I gotta transport a ki
Call me Ali Baba I'm runnin with 40 thieves
30-somethin and I be than all the shorties be
32 shot automatic, yeah I it magic
Two clips, 34 shots, bearers and a casket
A couple of glocks, to kill off any of static
Didn't the calico but you broke cause you thought I had it