Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bullshit

Da bullshit, motherfucker, da bullshit
Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips,
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, you lightin'

Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon'
it come 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 ball or the bitch
My write 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 to sign autographs half the time
I scribble my name and draw a jackass
Calvin Kleins on the floor, you just got
on the tour, so, send some new whores, H O

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

Gotta my act up and, get my thoughts straight
Stop smashin' the five and appear in the dates
I won't ride the 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 scramblin', glock nine handlin'
Duckin' the flows of 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 and my shorty's 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 bitch ass off the

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

Yo, I put the on a man without a gun in my hand
His lenny turn around and then 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 street

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

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

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

Stop IC-Don, get gone, I'm here
a beer, 5th with the clip 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
you open your door and somebody
In yo, chewin' bubble gum
With guns, cocked in each hand
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 the glock
Give your face dots, y'all better hope I stop

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

And every, morning I linger on the just drinkin'
Borin' and thinkin', how I'm 'bout to score this ink pen
You better hope we blow on this shit
You want 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 fish
Every car got a bar, the 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 bitch I am on
I won't remember of this when the X in me
So if you sex for free, check for me, IC-Don