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
Smokin' and

Out on the grind
(Alchemist this beat is 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 on these niggas, come on)
I'd rather bust at you
(Yeah, Squad)

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

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

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

'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 pain in my

Got no exchangin' the hate
They got me fightin' a
And if I blow will I face a
And I'll 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 deaths if ya sellin' ya
You motherfuckers need to that

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

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

Ol' pussy ass nigga with his ass crews
It's the murder man mack, I in the 'Lac
I bought my bricks from 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 the car, then holla at ya boy
Tell pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy

Joe, they breakin' with the boy
Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
Win or I ride for my boy
the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click
We on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga

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

Niggas tell me talk
But bullshit is walkin' out on feet
That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole
be a nigga till it's said 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 the cops hang
And in my I hear Pac sang

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

Never a stranger to homicide
My neighborhood's full of and drive-bys
And fightin' for position
The demon has risen from out of

Now I'm losin' my
That's how I'm when I'm fuckin' with you
'Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm at you
So fuck you

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)
I'd rather bust at you
(Lick my uzi straight that)

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

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