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
and fuckin'

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

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

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

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

they decided that they wanted to murk
But I'ma 'em to the end of the earth
I'm a motherfuckin' rider
You can see the in my face

Got no problem exchangin' the
They got me a case
And if I blow will I face a
And I'll do it all in the pen

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

A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya
You need to know that

I'd touch you
I'd rather 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 guerrilla on the streets but time for the fun time
Out of line, I bust with my nine
Choose ya loose, I give ya the

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

Duck ass niggas, we with 'em later
First you, go to the mall and you 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
Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
Win or lose I for my boy
the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click
We mash on and we flip these bricks nigga

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

Niggas me money talk
But bullshit is out on four feet
That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole
I'll be a nigga till it's and done

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

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

been a stranger to homicide
My neighborhood's full of gangstas and
And niggas fightin' for
The has risen from out of prison

Now I'm losin' my
That's how I'm when I'm fuckin' with you
'Cause I fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you
So you dude

I'd touch you
(Terror Squad, Facemob)
'Stead I'd bust at you
(Cash Money Millionaires, 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 straight that)

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