Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

Excuse me, while I to you
I'm bein' real and that's the to do
I'm just livin' and
Smokin' and

Out here on the
(Alchemist this beat is stupid fresh)
If I get no love then I can touch you
(Shit is fly, throw back ya me)

I'd touch you
(We on these niggas, come on)
'Stead I'd bust at you
(Yeah, Squad)

I'd rather you
(It's goin' my niggas)
(Stunna, Face, Joe the Don)
I'd rather bust at you

You must be crazy
I been doin' this shit the eighties
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby,
the kid still holdin' the crown

Now that they give it I'm holdin' a
And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like niggas do dirt
Come to find out ain't put in no work
And now my feelin's is

'Cause decided that they wanted to murk
But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the
'Cause I'm a rider
You can see the in my face

Got no exchangin' the hate
got me fightin' a case
And if I blow will I face a
And probably do it all in the pen

But yo I'm livin' it
Death before for my niggas that ride
A thousand if ya sellin' ya pride
Death before dishonor for my niggas ride

A deaths if ya sellin' ya pride
You motherfuckers need to know

I'd touch you
'Stead I'd bust at you
I'd touch you
'Stead I'd bust at you

Hey Joe, we gon' ball like dogs but it gangsta nigga
I'm a guerrilla on the streets but it's time for the fun
Out of line, I bust my tech nine
Choose ya loose, I give ya the

Ol' pussy ass nigga with his ass crews
the murder man mack, I stash in the 'Lac
I bought my bricks from these dro back
It's the Birdman baby, come and holla at me

Duck ass niggas, we deal with 'em
First you, go to the and you ball like a dog
And we drop the car, then at ya boy
Tell them pussy ass niggas, break with the boy

Joe, they breakin' bread the boy
Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
Win or I ride for my boy
It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy
We on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga

I'd touch you
'Stead I'd bust at you
I'd rather you
'Stead I'd rather at you

tell me money talk
But bullshit is walkin' out on feet
That's why I'm on ya whole street
I'll be a nigga till it's said and

I'm from a where ya fight till ya die 'cause ya never run
I keep my cal cocked 'cause these niggas on my block bang
Right up the from where the cops hang
And in my I hear Pac sang

And then them rushin' memories me cry till I can't stop man
Tell my mama I'm a killer if I to die
That's how I lived, ain't no sense in me
My whole filled with danger

Never been a to homicide
My neighborhood's of gangstas and drive-bys
And niggas fightin' for
The demon has from out of prison

Now I'm losin' my
That's how I'm feeling when I'm with you
I don't fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you
So fuck you

I'd rather you
(Terror Squad, Facemob)
'Stead I'd bust at you
(Cash Millionaires, come on)

I'd rather you
(My tech, my mack)
'Stead I'd rather at you
(Lick my uzi like that)

I'd touch you
(My tech, my mack)
I'd rather bust at you
(Lick my uzi straight that)

Dedicated to my Pac
Love daddy, in the house
Fat Joe and it stop
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