Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

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

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

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

I'd touch you
(It's goin' my niggas)
(Stunna, Face, Joe the Don)
'Stead I'd rather at you

You must be crazy
I doin' this shit since the eighties
Run up in yo crib, ya baby, baby-baby
It's the kid still the crown

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

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

Got no problem exchangin' the
They got me a case
And if I blow I face a fifteen
And probably do it all in the pen

But yo I'm with 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 to know that

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

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

Ol' pussy ass with his pussy ass crews
It's the murder man mack, I stash in the
I bought my bricks from dro back stacks
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 ass niggas, break bread with the boy

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

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

tell me money talk
But bullshit is out on four feet
That's why I'm ridin' on ya street
I'll be a nigga 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 niggas on my block bang
Right up the street 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 mama I'm a killer if I to die
That's how I lived, ain't no sense in me
My whole life's filled danger

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

Now I'm my religion
how I'm feeling when I'm fuckin' with you
'Cause I don't with you, now I'm bustin' at you
So you dude

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

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