Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

Excuse me, I sing to you
I'm bein' real and the thing to do
I'm just livin' and
and fuckin'

Out on the grind
(Alchemist beat is stupid dope fresh)
If I can't get no love then I can 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 rather you
(It's goin' my niggas)
(Stunna, Face, Joe the Don)
'Stead I'd rather at you

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

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

Got no problem the hate
They got me fightin' a
And if I blow will I face a
And probably do it all in the pen

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

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

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

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

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

Duck ass niggas, we deal 'em later
First you, go to the mall and you like a dog
And we drop the car, holla at ya boy
Tell pussy ass niggas, break 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
It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy
We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks

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

Niggas tell me talk
But bullshit is out on four feet
That's why I'm ridin' on ya street
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 the cops hang
And in my head I Pac sang

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

Never been a stranger to
My neighborhood's of gangstas and drive-bys
And fightin' for position
The demon has risen from out of

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

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

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

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

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