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 livin' and lovin'
and fuckin'

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

I'd rather you
(We ridin' on these niggas, on)
'Stead I'd 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 this shit since the eighties
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby,
It's the kid holdin' the crown

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

'Cause they decided that they wanted to
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 the hate
got me fightin' a case
And if I blow will I face a
And probably do it all in the pen

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

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

Ol' ass nigga with his pussy ass crews
It's the murder man mack, I in the 'Lac
I bought my bricks these dro back stacks
It's the Birdman baby, come and 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, holla at ya boy
Tell them pussy ass niggas, break bread 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 flip these nigga

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

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

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

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

Never a stranger to homicide
My full of gangstas and drive-bys
And fightin' for position
The demon has from out of prison

Now I'm my religion
That's how I'm feeling I'm fuckin' with 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 bust at you
(Cash Millionaires, come on)

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

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

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