Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause they decided that they wanted to
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
They got me fightin' a
And if I blow will I face a
And probably do it all in the pen

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

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

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 but keep it gangsta nigga
I'm a guerrilla on the streets but time for the fun time
Out of line, I with my tech nine
ya loose, I give ya the blues

Ol' pussy ass with his pussy ass crews
It's the murder man mack, I in the 'Lac
I my bricks from these dro back stacks
It's the 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, then at ya boy
Tell them ass niggas, break bread with the boy

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

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

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

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

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

Never been a to homicide
My neighborhood's full of gangstas and
And niggas for position
The demon has risen out of prison

Now I'm my religion
That's how I'm when I'm fuckin' with you
'Cause I don't with you, now I'm bustin' at you
So you dude

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

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

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

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