Luyện nghe bài hát Buy You Some

Whoo, ah, ah, ayahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
And you don't stop, ahh, ahh, is bond, word is bond
Now introducing the sound from the
E Double and Too Short, what the you thought?

I come with the ruckus, it's my when I swing
I'm born to mack, always strapped, the black gat
Who out I swear, boy, wanna get touched
Roll up and catch a to the chest, so duck

I the talk, walk the walk, now nigga
hundred S driving with hand on trigger
Crazy Lestat, check my record
Everything I touch is gold eighteen years old

So that mean? I roll the blunt
And puff the indo in it, I trip in a minute
Crazy doctor holding me 'cause I be rocking B
Sewing up like monopoly, stopping me

Dig it, like Brat, how's that?
I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty
Who said the E can't rock? bullshit
Suck my dick and get a big fat of my balls

You wanna brawl? I thought not
You might get beat down and stomped like
Your girl, like Keith Sweat, I fuck her
Psych, I stuck her

I got rhymes to your whole head swell up
Here's an icepack homeboy the hell up
I rock the mic with Too Short, y'all niggaz what's happening
Everything he touch goes platinum,

I made a a million in a week
And nigga on the street got a tape playing me
You believe it? Erick Sermon, rolling with Short
Rolled from California all the way to New

In big Benzes, up
Now we to squash all that east west stuff
We spent in the studio making funky tracks
a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps

It's Father Dom, it's like Keith Murray
Making millionaires but it no hurry
'Cause we all in it for the run
I won't leave the until a song's done

And ain't nothing really hard about getting my
A big phat house with a million
You other got this rap game distorted
DATs to the label, straight getting shorted

Claim getting paid but I can't tell
You keep rapping in my ear got me mad as
You a good game but I don't believe in you
Be smoking lotta blunts but I got more weed you

I guess I see you on the in the meanwhile
Another face in the plus some freestyle
Wishing you could be in the
Promoters pay me ten G's just to on the mic
Bitch, Short Dawg putting it with the E Double

Shh, you remind me of my phat chain
of y'all are just small change
Be a with true true game, yeah, yeah
Dig this y'all, my music is

Dog, coming through the smog with Short Dawg
Ahh, quick with the Jack be nimble
I shoot like G Mob goes through my window
Chik, chik, pow, how you like me

The man in the mirror it get no clearer
Short Dawg, the E Double and Breed we thick
Like girls in C.A.U. with the good
Oww, is the key to fame

So I can live it up with the on Soul Train
The impact, major league dough Dave Justice
Yo Breed, Dawg, show em how we bust this

some true pioneers, don't forget it
Put the on the table, let's split it
We got enough G's to make us both happy
Tell them fans we running no coke factory
It's Short Dawg the pimp of the century

get wet every time somebody mention me
I was known for my macking in eighty-four
I want it all, that's what I stacking for
things that a rapper never dreamed of having
And I can tell them how to get it just rapping

Life's a battle, for the new sun
So many ways to get paid, you got ta one
Now some of the to get paid out is running your mouth
That street will keep me tight, I'm talking 'bout

green, dolla, dolla bills y'all
That's on the real, something you can feel
claim to have game but you can get that on sale
But nothing they selling to you but Arbor and Gail

I mean Sprinkle Me homey 'cause I'm 'bout and cents
And if you hauling dollars, well, you ain't holler
In FlintI'd rather dip dip dive, so
Get loot the Great Lakes, West to Eastside

You tramp, trick, hach, I
Undergrade if you ain't getting paid this
The hours of the ATL my name
Spitting Mr. Macker izzer are you in the game

See, I gets paid by the of the cut
I've been by the cancer, to testify and bless
It's that, big mack, like scripture is a phat
So hide hoe from me

Southern ambassador, knocking at door
Leading a click that's true, checking all fifty-two
See, all you tricks, best
It's that Southern nigga mack from the city of the

I got the caul, yes, yes, y'all, so plant me
the green and them hoes and we can big ball
Yeah, now we rolling deep, double dosing
Relaxing and to Short and these beats

E Double, Dawg, Kool Ace
In the place and be all but bring you horror
Representing money, buy you nigga