Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bullshit

Da bullshit, IC-Don motherfucker, da
Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips,
Na, na, chill out, who got the in this 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 the weed at fellas, what you lightin'

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

you up the ball or ride the bitch
My write with a vengeance and Viagra in
Stay hard like the when it's stacked
I'm gritty, I wouldn't in a tennis match

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

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

Gotta clean my act up and, get my straight
Stop smashin' the and appear in the court dates
I ride the bike unless it's C B R
With no tricks but a it'll be on next

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

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

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

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

Peep the clues, not with dudes
My Benz don't carry 'cause I'm cheap as Jews
But I let off this cannon bet your fleet would
After that I tell you and 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 your dry off feet
I'm explosive as in Die Hard 3

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

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

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

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

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

And every, morning I linger on the corner drinkin'
Borin' and thinkin', how I'm 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
car got a bar, the whole clique 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 want sex for free, for me, IC-Don