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 just livin' and
and fuckin'

Out on the grind
(Alchemist this is stupid dope fresh)
If I get no love then I can touch you
(Shit is fly, throw ya heard me)

I'd touch you
(We on these niggas, come 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 must be crazy
I been doin' this since the eighties
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby,
the kid still holdin' the crown

Now that they 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 put in no work
And now my is hurt

'Cause they 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 the hate
They got me fightin' a
And if I blow will I a fifteen
And I'll do it all in the pen

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

A thousand deaths if ya ya pride
You motherfuckers need to that

I'd rather you
'Stead I'd rather 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 on the streets but it's time for the fun time
Out of line, I with my tech nine
ya loose, I give ya the blues

Ol' pussy ass nigga with his pussy ass
the murder man mack, I stash in the 'Lac
I bought my bricks from these dro back
the Birdman baby, come and holla 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, bread with the boy

Joe, they bread 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 mash on and we flip these bricks nigga

I'd rather 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
why I'm ridin' on ya whole street
I'll be a till it's said and done

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

And then them rushin' make me cry till I can't stop man
Tell my mama I'm a 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 fightin' for position
The demon has 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 fuck you

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

I'd rather 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 bust at you
(Lick my uzi like that)

Dedicated to my Pac
daddy, Facemob in the house
Fat Joe and it stop
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