Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bullshit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the bullshit, the bullshit
We up in the club we on the bullshit
the bullshit, the bullshit
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
the bullshit

Yo, I put the on a man without 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 a cheap ornament, died in a street tournament

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

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

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

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

You don't know when trouble come
When you open your door and
In yo, chewin' bubble gum
With double guns, in each hand
Nigga, you about to be in beach sand

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

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

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

Shorty lookin' at me funny like I get bank
My house is hot bitch, I swim in my tank
Every car got a bar, the whole drink
I'm a dirty nigga, sweaty, dick stink

After we fuck, I'm you to S and D's
That's a lie I am on ecstasy
I won't remember of this when the X in me
So if you want sex for free, for me, IC-Don