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
and fuckin'

Out here on the
(Alchemist this is stupid dope fresh)
If I can't get no love then I can you
(Shit is fly, throw ya heard me)

I'd rather you
(We ridin' on these niggas, on)
'Stead I'd rather at you
(Yeah, Squad)

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

You motherfuckers be crazy
I been this shit since the eighties
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby,
It's the kid still the crown

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

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

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

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

A thousand deaths if ya ya pride
You motherfuckers need to know

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

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

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

Duck ass niggas, we with 'em later
First you, go to the mall and you like a dog
And we drop the car, holla at ya boy
Tell them pussy ass niggas, bread with the boy

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

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

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

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

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

Never been a stranger to
My neighborhood's full of and drive-bys
And niggas for position
The has risen from out of prison

Now I'm losin' my
how I'm feeling when I'm fuckin' with you
'Cause I fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you
So fuck you

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

I'd rather you
(My tech, my mack)
I'd rather bust 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)

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