Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bullshit

Da bullshit, IC-Don motherfucker, da
Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips,
Na, na, out, who got the weed in this motherfucker, yo
Brick City, Jersey, I got the weed,
Na, na, na chill, chill, chill, na, na chill , the weed at
It's da bullshit, bullshit, yo where the at fellas, what you lightin'

Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon'
When it come to this shit, I ain't about turns
'Cause in the place, the cold nigga, I'm too late to thaw
Doc unfold 'til they ribs is raw

Whether you up the ball or ride the
My pens with a vengeance and Viagra in
Stay hard the biceps when it's stacked
I'm gritty, I love in a tennis match

I don't like to autographs half the time
I scribble my name and a jackass design
Calvin spilled on the floor, you just got
on the tour, so, send some new whores, H O

I got a table to warm, a new neighbor to warn
And people at the I'm on
time, what you think the forty-four is for
When I grub, I the whole smorgas board

Gotta clean my act up and, get my thoughts
Stop smashin' the five and appear in the dates
I won't the bike unless it's C B R
With no tricks but a bitch be on next

I'm wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance
prime scramblin', glock nine handlin'
Duckin' the flows of mind
You heard it before, you ain't Anderson

Got a bomb plantin' and I'm ready for
Bitches gettin' in my party head at the do
All my niggas and my and get high in the audience
I carry a gaudy gun, you'll die in the

That's the bullshit, the
We walk up in the we on the bullshit
That's the bullshit, the
Fondling your ass off the bullshit

That's the bullshit, the
Brick City, off the bullshit
That's the bullshit, that's the
That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah, nigga
That's the

Yo, I put the on a man without a gun in my hand
His limpin' lenny around and then I pump from the pants
One nine in each arm, I get hot as I from it
Now he's a cheap ornament, in a street tournament

the clues, not deep with dudes
My Benz don't carry 'cause I'm cheap as Jews
But I let off this cannon bet fleet would move
that I tell you and what the beat to do

Fuck the Visine, duck I lean out the window
With a shottie with me and and Irene and my team
Fuck your dry off feet
I'm explosive as in Die Hard 3

Now you six flags like you at GA
'Cause my gun on like a flight delay
Sprayin' water on all whoever's hot
Take they mic, take they jewels, then Bezell, Doc

Stop IC-Don, get gone, nigga I'm
Sippin' a beer, 5th the clip in the rear
That'll him off his feet, make him flip in the air
I pull big out, like I'm hittin' a deer

You don't really when trouble come
When you your door and somebody
In yo, chewin' bubble gum
With double guns, cocked in hand
Nigga, you about to be buried in beach

I care if you broke or not
I care if you sell weed, dope, coke or not
Nigga, I still smoke the
Give your face polka dots, y'all hope I stop

Man doom, I a classroom
Hide 'em in the left wing of my
Do you you could survive all that we bring, ya
Bullets, comin' at ya just as as your finger

And every, morning I linger on the corner just
Borin' and thinkin', how I'm 'bout to score with ink pen
You better hope we blow on this rappin'
You want us to go under the mattresses

lookin' at me funny like I don't get bank
My house is hot bitch, I swim in my tank
Every car got a bar, the whole clique
I'm a dirty nigga, nuts sweaty, stink

After we fuck, I'm you to S and D's
That's a lie I am on ecstasy
I won't remember none of this the X in me
So if you want sex for free, check for me,