Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

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

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

I'd touch you
(We ridin' on these niggas, 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 motherfuckers be crazy
I been doin' this since the eighties
Run up in yo crib, ya baby, baby-baby
It's the kid still the crown

Now they give it I'm holdin' a pound
And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' them niggas do dirt
Come to find out they put in no work
And now my is hurt

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

Got no problem 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 dishonor for my that ride
A deaths if ya sellin' ya pride
Death before dishonor for my niggas ride

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

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

Hey Joe, we gon' ball like dogs but 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 ya the blues

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

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

Joe, breakin' bread with the boy
Tell Big Pun nigga, ride for the boy
Win or I ride 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 bust at you

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

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 I hear Pac sang

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

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

Now I'm my religion
That's how I'm feeling I'm fuckin' with you
'Cause I fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you
So you dude

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

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

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

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