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 just livin' and
Smokin' and

Out here on the
(Alchemist beat is stupid dope fresh)
If I get no love then I can touch you
(Shit is fly, back 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)
I'd rather bust at you

You motherfuckers must be
I been doin' this shit the eighties
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby,
the kid still holdin' the crown

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

'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 in my face

Got no exchangin' 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
Death before dishonor for my 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 need to that

I'd touch 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 keep it nigga
I'm a guerrilla on the streets but time for the fun time
Out of line, I bust with my tech
ya loose, I give ya the blues

Ol' pussy ass nigga with his ass crews
It's the murder man mack, I stash in the
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 mall and you ball a dog
And we drop the car, then at ya boy
Tell them ass niggas, break bread with the boy

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

I'd touch you
I'd rather bust at you
I'd rather 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 street
I'll be a nigga till it's and done

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

And then them rushin' 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 life's filled with danger

been a stranger to homicide
My neighborhood's of gangstas and drive-bys
And niggas for position
The demon has risen from out of

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

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

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