Luyện nghe bài hát Busta's Can't See Me

One eighty seven, the one eighty
The one eighty seven, the one seven
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty
The one eighty seven, the one seven

One seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven
The one seven, the one eighty seven
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one seven
The one eighty

Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, gi-gi-da gangsta
gi-gi-da, get that ass if I don't shank ya
Glock shooter, dumpin' 'em up in
Givin' them stitches, smokin' them with the peoples

'Cause ain't no love see I'm a G
With twin glocks on my you can't fuck with me
Once again they come at me with that same old
Got to show 'em let 'em know I'm not no punk ass

Ready to pop them blood and let him feel hostile
S P I C E comin', we gettin' to kill
So sit ass down don't you flinch one inch
Hollerin' at you with twelve gauge under my trench

Got a whole live bury full of n Wesson
Servin' your ass like dressin'
So prepare to catch a hot slug from a O.G
Leavin' bloody body in the mud

can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)

Busta's see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)

Thought you was my but you set me up
Tried to me up, tried to wet me, tried to wet me up
Now I gotta twist your snapple, shit up and gaffle
Put a worm hole in your rotten

Time for confrontation and I this
Ex drive through won't me your exact location
So don't be sleepin' I'm gon' be creepin'
shit up, straight street sweepin'

My ain't too far
As I smobs in my rag top car
To and get ya, I'm drinkin' red rum
Don't need a damn thing for the 'cause I likes to taste

One seven artist
Play your ass a Sega punches
Back in the game, out teeths'
Blowin' motherfuckers in pieces

Busta's can't see me my uzi bang
(Shame)
can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)

Busta's can't see me my uzi goes
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi bang
(Shame)

Busta's can't see me my uzi bang
(Shame)
can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)

Me erupt this rust clot with my f-a-fo'-five don't wanna see me no lives
with the funk, open up your trunk see who survives
I'm servin' the murder by the pound, a hundred and rounds
Shake 'em up like gin and juice then guzzle 'em

They claimin' this O.G. is a has but I'll be damned if I let these
Busta's think that I won't pull out my mac
We can all talk, it ain't no thing to
Leavin' your flesh lookin' like it's melted as I raise up the cut

Mad man killer, me on the realer
Wouldn't bullshit ya homie I'ma cap
Ready to handle my business, wrappin' it all in my
Blowin' niggas outta story windows and shit

So keep hammer cocked and keep a close watch
For the nine millimeter and a that's makin' your place look stocked
Peel a cap for the funk he did that's on this BT
Niggas pop at my shadow 'cause these can't see me

Busta's can't see me my uzi goes
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi bang
(Shame)

Busta's see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi bang
(Shame)

Busta's can't see me my uzi bang
(Shame)
can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)

Busta's can't see me my uzi bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi bang
(Shame)