Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

Excuse me, I sing to you
I'm bein' real and the thing to do
I'm just livin' and
and fuckin'

Out on the grind
(Alchemist beat is stupid dope fresh)
If I can't get no then I can touch you
(Shit is fly, throw back ya me)

I'd rather you
(We ridin' on niggas, come on)
I'd rather bust at you
(Yeah, Squad)

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

You must be crazy
I been doin' this shit since the
Run up in yo crib, ya baby, baby-baby
It's the kid still holdin' the

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

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

Got no problem exchangin' the
They got me a case
And if I blow will I a fifteen
And probably do it all in the pen

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

A thousand if ya sellin' ya pride
You need to know that

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

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

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

Duck ass niggas, we deal 'em later
you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog
And we the car, then holla at ya boy
Tell them ass niggas, break bread with the boy

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

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

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

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

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

been a stranger to homicide
My neighborhood's full of gangstas and
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 fuckin' you
'Cause I don't with you, now I'm bustin' at you
So you dude

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

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

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

to my homeboy Pac
Love daddy, in the house
Fat Joe and it don't
on