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

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

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

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

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

Ready to pop them blood clot and let him hostile
S P I C E comin', we gettin' hard to
So sit your ass down you flinch one inch
Hollerin' at you this twelve gauge under my trench

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

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

Busta's see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi 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, kill shit up and
Put a worm hole in rotten apple

Time for confrontation and I know
Ex drive through won't give me your location
So don't be sleepin' 'cause I'm gon' be
Cleanin' shit up, street sweepin'

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

One seven artist
your ass like a Sega punches
Back in the game, knockin' out
Blowin' motherfuckers in Teresa's

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

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

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

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

So keep your hammer cocked and keep a close
For the nine and a nigga 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 busta's see me

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)
Busta's see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)

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