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'
and fuckin'

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

I'd touch you
(We ridin' on these niggas, 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 bust at you

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

Now that they it I'm holdin' a pound
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 that they to murk
But I'ma '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 will I face a fifteen
And I'll do it all in the pen

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

A deaths if ya sellin' ya pride
You motherfuckers 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 nigga
I'm a on the streets but it's time for the fun time
Out of line, I bust my tech nine
Choose ya loose, I give ya the

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then them rushin' memories make me cry till I can't 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 stranger to
My neighborhood's full of gangstas and
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
'Cause I don't 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 like that)

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

to my homeboy Pac
Love daddy, Facemob in the
Fat Joe and it don't
on