Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

Excuse me, while I to you
I'm bein' real and the thing 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 love I can touch you
(Shit is fly, back ya heard me)

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

I'd rather you
(It's down my niggas)
(Stunna, Face, Joe the Don)
I'd rather bust at you

You motherfuckers be crazy
I been doin' shit since the eighties
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya 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 them niggas do
to find out they ain't put in no work
And now my is hurt

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

Got no exchangin' the hate
got me fightin' 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 dishonor for my that ride
A thousand deaths if ya ya pride
Death before dishonor for my niggas ride

A thousand 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 gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta
I'm a guerrilla on the streets but it's time for the fun
Out of line, I bust with my nine
Choose ya loose, I ya the blues

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

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

Joe, they breakin' with the boy
Big Pun nigga, Stunna 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 these bricks nigga

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

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

I'm a section where ya fight till 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 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 in me lyin'
My whole life's filled danger

been a stranger to homicide
My neighborhood's full of gangstas and
And niggas for position
The demon has from out of prison

Now I'm my religion
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 touch you
(Terror Squad, Facemob)
'Stead I'd rather at you
(Cash Money Millionaires, 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)
I'd rather bust at you
(Lick my uzi like that)

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