Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

Excuse me, I sing 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 dope fresh)
If I can't get no love I can touch you
(Shit is fly, throw back ya me)

I'd rather you
(We ridin' on these niggas, on)
'Stead I'd bust at you
(Yeah, Squad)

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

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

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 they ain't put in no
And now my is hurt

'Cause they decided 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 problem the hate
They got me a case
And if I blow I face a fifteen
And probably do it all in the pen

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

A deaths if ya sellin' ya pride
You motherfuckers need to that

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

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

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

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

Joe, they breakin' bread 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 rather at you
I'd rather you
'Stead I'd bust at you

Niggas tell me money
But bullshit is walkin' out on feet
That's why I'm on ya whole street
be a nigga 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 niggas on my bang
up the street from where the cops hang
And in my head I hear Pac

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 life's filled with danger

Never been a to homicide
My neighborhood's of gangstas and drive-bys
And niggas for position
The demon has from out of prison

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

I'd touch you
(Terror Squad, Facemob)
I'd rather bust at you
(Cash Millionaires, come on)

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

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

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