Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

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

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 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)
I'd rather bust at you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ol' pussy ass nigga his pussy ass crews
It's the murder man mack, I in the 'Lac
I bought my from these dro back stacks
It's the baby, come and holla 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, they breakin' bread the boy
Tell Big Pun nigga, Stunna for the boy
Win or I ride for my boy
It's the B-M gangsta, the Click
We mash on bustas and we these bricks nigga

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

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

I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die 'cause ya run
I keep my forty cal cocked 'cause these on my block bang
Right up the street from the cops hang
And in my head I Pac sang

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

been a stranger to homicide
My neighborhood's full of and drive-bys
And fightin' for position
The has risen from out of prison

Now I'm losin' my
That's how I'm when I'm fuckin' with you
I don't 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)
'Stead I'd bust at you
(Lick my uzi straight that)

I'd touch 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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