Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

Excuse me, while I to you
I'm bein' real and the thing to do
I'm livin' and lovin'
Smokin' and

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause they decided that wanted to murk
But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the
'Cause I'm a rider
You can see the pain in my

Got no problem the hate
got me fightin' a case
And if I blow will I a fifteen
And I'll do it all in the pen

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

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

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

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

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

Duck ass niggas, we deal '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, bread with the boy

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

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

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

I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die 'cause ya 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
Tell my mama I'm a killer if I to die
That's how I lived, ain't no in me lyin'
My whole life's with danger

been a stranger to homicide
My neighborhood's full of 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 with you
'Cause I don't 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 touch you
(My tech, my mack)
'Stead I'd bust at you
(Lick my uzi straight that)

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

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