Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

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

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

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

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

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 for my niggas that ride
A thousand if ya sellin' ya pride
Death before dishonor for my niggas that

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

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

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

Ol' pussy ass nigga with his pussy ass
It's the murder man mack, I in the 'Lac
I bought my bricks these 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 and you ball like a dog
And we drop the car, holla at ya boy
Tell them ass niggas, break bread with the boy

Joe, they breakin' with the boy
Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
Win or I ride for my boy
It's the B-M gangsta, the Click
We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks

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

Niggas tell me money
But bullshit is walkin' out on four
That's why I'm on ya whole street
be a nigga till it's said and done

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

And them rushin' memories 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, no sense in me lyin'
My whole life's filled with

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

Now I'm losin' my
That's how I'm feeling when I'm with you
'Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm at you
So fuck you

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

I'd touch you
(My tech, my mack)
I'd rather 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)

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