Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bullshit

Da bullshit, motherfucker, da bullshit
Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker
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 , where the weed at
It's da bullshit, bullshit, yo where the at fellas, what you lightin'

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

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

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

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

Gotta clean my act up and, get my thoughts
Stop 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 wheel handlin, you die in a
Block prime scramblin', glock handlin'
Duckin' the flows of travelin'
You it before, you ain't Sunshine Anderson

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

That's the bullshit, the
We up in the club we on the bullshit
That's the bullshit, the
your bitch ass off the bullshit

That's the bullshit, the
Brick City, off the bullshit
That's the bullshit, the bullshit
That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah, chill
That's the

Yo, I put the pressure on a man without a gun in my
His limpin' lenny turn and then I pump from the pants
One in each arm, I get hot as I squeeze from 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 would move
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 as Simon in Die Hard 3

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

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

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

I care if you broke or not
I don't care if you sell weed, dope, or not
Nigga, I smoke the glock
Give your 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 long as your

And every, morning I linger on the corner drinkin'
Borin' and thinkin', how I'm 'bout to with this ink pen
You better we blow on this rappin' shit
You don't want us to go the mattresses

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

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