Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

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

Out here on the
(Alchemist this is stupid 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 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 bust 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 bustas who be actin' them niggas do dirt
Come to find out they ain't put in no
And now my feelin's is

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

Got no problem exchangin' the
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 livin' it
before dishonor for my niggas that ride
A thousand deaths if ya ya pride
Death before dishonor for my niggas that

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

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

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

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

Duck ass niggas, we with 'em later
First you, go to the mall and you like a dog
And we the car, then holla 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 and we flip these bricks nigga

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

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

I'm a section where ya fight till ya die 'cause ya never run
I keep my cal cocked 'cause these niggas on my block bang
Right up the street where the cops hang
And in my head I 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, no sense in me lyin'
My whole life's filled with

Never been a stranger to
My full of gangstas and drive-bys
And niggas fightin' for
The has risen from out of prison

Now I'm my religion
how I'm feeling when I'm fuckin' with you
'Cause I fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you
So you dude

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

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