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 livin' and lovin'
Smokin' and

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

I'd touch you
(We ridin' on these niggas, 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 rather at you

You motherfuckers be crazy
I been doin' this shit since the
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby,
It's the kid still the crown

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

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

Got no problem the hate
They got me a case
And if I will I face a fifteen
And probably 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 before dishonor for my niggas ride

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

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

Hey Joe, we gon' ball like dogs but keep it nigga
I'm a guerrilla on the streets but it's for the fun time
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, come and holla at me

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

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

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

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

I'm from a 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 from where the cops hang
And in my head I hear Pac

And then them 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 sense in me
My whole life's filled with

Never been a stranger to
My full of gangstas and drive-bys
And niggas for position
The has risen 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 with you, now I'm at you
So fuck you

I'd touch you
(Terror Squad, Facemob)
I'd rather 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 rather at you
(Lick my uzi like that)

Dedicated to my Pac
daddy, Facemob in the house
Fat Joe and it stop
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