Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bullshit

Da bullshit, motherfucker, da bullshit
Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker
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 where the weed at fellas, what you

Yo, yo, you gon' learn
When it come to this shit, I ain't about 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 or ride the bitch
My pens with a vengeance and Viagra in
Stay hard like the when 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
Kleins spilled on the floor, you just got
Dogged on the tour, so, some new whores, H O

I got a table 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 clean my act up and, get my straight
Stop smashin' the and appear in the court dates
I won't ride the bike it's C B R
no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next

I'm still wheel handlin, you die in a
Block prime scramblin', glock nine
the flows of mind travelin'
You it before, you ain't Sunshine Anderson

Got a plantin' and I'm ready for more
gettin' in my party givin' head at the do
All my and my shorty's 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
the bullshit, the bullshit
Fondling your bitch ass off the

the bullshit, the bullshit
Brick City, Brook-non off the
That's the bullshit, the bullshit
That's 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 arm, I get hot as I squeeze from it
Now he's a ornament, died in a street tournament

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

Fuck the Visine, duck I lean out the window
With a shottie with me and myself and Irene and my
Fuck mainstream 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 delay
Sprayin' water on all 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 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 when trouble
you open your door and somebody
In yo, chewin' bubble gum
With double guns, cocked in each
Nigga, you to be buried in beach sand

I don't care if you or not
I care 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 kidnap a
Hide 'em in the wing of my bathroom
Do you think you could survive all we bring, ya
Bullets, comin' at ya just as 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 rappin' shit
You don't want us to go the mattresses

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

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