Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bullshit

Da bullshit, motherfucker, da bullshit
Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker
Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in motherfucker, yo
City, Jersey, I got the weed, homie
Na, na, na chill, chill, chill, na, na chill , the weed at
It's da bullshit, bullshit, yo where the weed at fellas, what you

Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon'
When it come to this shit, I about takin' turns
'Cause Doc's in the place, the cold nigga, I'm too to thaw
Doc unfold 'til they ribs is raw

Whether you up the ball or ride the
My pens write with a and Viagra in
hard like the biceps when it's stacked
I'm gritty, I wouldn't love in a 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
Dogged on the tour, so, send new whores, H O

I got a food 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 want the smorgas board

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

I'm still handlin, you die in a ambulance
Block prime scramblin', glock handlin'
Duckin' the of mind travelin'
You heard it before, you Sunshine Anderson

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

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

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

Yo, I put the pressure on a man a gun in my hand
His limpin' lenny turn around and I pump from the pants
One nine in each arm, I get hot as I squeeze it
Now he's a cheap ornament, died in a tournament

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

Fuck the Visine, duck when I lean out the
With a shottie with me and myself and Irene and my
Fuck mainstream dry off feet
I'm as Simon in Die Hard 3

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

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

You don't really know when trouble
When you open door and somebody
In yo, house chewin' gum
double guns, cocked in each hand
Nigga, you about to be buried in beach

I don't care if you or not
I don't care if you weed, dope, coke or not
Nigga, I still the glock
Give your face polka dots, y'all better hope I

Man doom, I kidnap a
Hide 'em in the left of my bathroom
Do you think you could survive all we bring, ya
Bullets, comin' at ya just as long as finger

And every, morning I on the corner just drinkin'
and thinkin', how I'm 'bout to score with this ink pen
You better hope we blow on this shit
You don't us to go under the mattresses

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

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