Luyện nghe bài hát Bustaclip

Bustaclip, bustaclip,
Bustaclip, bustaclip,
Bustaclip, bustaclip,
Bustaclip,
(Let's take it to the streets, n***)

Bustaclip,
(East coast)
Bustaclip,
(West coast)
Bustaclip,
(Midwest)
Bustaclip,
(To the dirty, dirty)

Bustaclip,
(It's Gates)
Bustaclip, bustaclip,
(The one fly boy)
Bustaclip,
(I'm strapped, n***)
Bustaclip,
(Let's get it poppin')

I got a brand new M***, I this b*** don't jam
I had to bulletproof the Lam, I that from Cam
You want a thang, got 'em yams go to MoneyGram
I'm from the hood so you know I'm wit' any money scam

Black glocks, white spit like sheet rock
You know a drank on me, this concert gon'
A lot of cops at the scene tryin' to shut down
You was a nobody but now you now

I be out in chi-town wit' some real
Matter of fact one of had dinner wit' me
You gotta play by the rules when you on streets
You lil' n*** tryin' to mimic what you on beef, you better

Bustaclip, bustaclip,
Bustaclip, bustaclip,
Bustaclip,
(What my said)
Bustaclip,
(What my said, let's do it)

Bustaclip, bustaclip,
Bustaclip, bustaclip,
Bustaclip,
(I can't deny it, I'm a rider)
Bustaclip,
(You don't wanna wit' me)

I know some Long Crips, I know some Englewood Bloods
And you can ask Phelps fans, I got Cali love
I got a strap for me everytime I land
And just to send you a message, I'll tap man

Now he white sheets like the Klu Klux Klan
You lil' boys shouldn't beef wit' a a*** man
I got in the hood, I put in work fo' real
And mentioning me will get you put in fo' real

Don't mind that gramma, yeah, b***, you carry
'Cause I'm on this and I carry weight
I back to the streets, I had to let y'all know
And by the way my new worth 8.4 so I'm a

Bustaclip, bustaclip,
Bustaclip, bustaclip,
Bustaclip,
(What my said)
Bustaclip,
(What my gangster said, go)

Bustaclip, bustaclip,
Bustaclip, bustaclip,
Bustaclip,
(I'm n***, I'm strapped n***)
Bustaclip, bustaclip,
(I'm strapped n***, about you?)

This for my Nap-town n***, all my killas
The ones wit' the b*** and them 18
the state lines wit' it on them waist line cocked
Cross lope and you it's goin' down

40 cal, 50 cal, you workin' wit', n***?
I'm in a Maserati, you swervin' in, n***?
And I'm out in Cleveland, I'm f*** wit' X
It's been 'bout 5 years, he holdin' my tech

I be in the gun range everyday
You better no drama ever come my way
I'm in the studio now a gun on my hip
And I'm tired of talkin' 'bout the beef me and you betta

Bustaclip,
Bustaclip,
Bustaclip,
Bustaclip,

Bustaclip,
Bustaclip,
Bustaclip,
Bustaclip,