Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

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

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

I'd rather you
(We ridin' on these niggas, 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 motherfuckers be crazy
I been doin' this shit the eighties
Run up in yo crib, ya baby, baby-baby
It's the kid holdin' the crown

Now that give it I'm holdin' a pound
And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' 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 exchangin' the
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 livin' it
Death before dishonor for my niggas ride
A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya
before dishonor for my niggas that ride

A deaths if ya sellin' ya pride
You motherfuckers to know that

I'd touch you
'Stead I'd rather at you
I'd touch you
'Stead I'd 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 ya the blues

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

Duck ass niggas, we deal 'em later
First you, go to the and you ball like a dog
And we drop the car, then at ya boy
them pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy

Joe, they breakin' bread the boy
Tell Big Pun nigga, 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 touch you
I'd rather bust at you
I'd touch you
'Stead I'd rather 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 these niggas on my bang
Right up the street from where the hang
And in my I hear Pac sang

And then rushin' memories make me cry till I can't stop man
my mama I'm a killer if I happen 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 of gangstas and drive-bys
And niggas fightin' for
The has risen from out of prison

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

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

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

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

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