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
Smokin' and

Out here on the
(Alchemist this beat is dope fresh)
If I get no love then I can touch you
(Shit is fly, back 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 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 holdin' the

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

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

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 for my niggas that ride
A thousand if ya sellin' ya pride
Death dishonor for my niggas 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
I'd rather bust at you

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

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

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

Joe, breakin' bread with the boy
Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
Win or lose I for my boy
It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy
We mash on bustas and we these bricks nigga

I'd rather 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 nigga till said and done

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

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

Never been a to homicide
My full of gangstas and drive-bys
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 with you
I don't fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you
So fuck you

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

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