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 and lovin'
Smokin' and

Out here on the
(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 touch you
(We ridin' on 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)
I'd rather bust 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 holdin' the crown

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

'Cause they decided that they wanted to
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 fightin' a
And if I blow will I face a
And I'll do it all in the pen

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

A thousand if ya sellin' ya pride
You motherfuckers need to know

I'd touch 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 with my tech
ya loose, I give ya the blues

Ol' ass nigga with his pussy ass crews
It's the man mack, I stash in the 'Lac
I bought my bricks from these dro back
It's the 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, then at ya boy
Tell pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy

Joe, breakin' 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 Click
We mash on and we flip these bricks nigga

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

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

I'm from a section ya fight till ya die 'cause ya never run
I keep my forty cal 'cause these niggas on my block bang
Right up the street from where the cops
And in my I hear 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
how I lived, ain't no sense in me lyin'
My whole life's filled with

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 I'm fuckin' with you
'Cause I don't fuck you, now I'm bustin' 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 bust at you
(Lick my uzi straight that)

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

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