Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bullshit

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

Yo, yo, you motherfuckers learn
When it come to this shit, I ain't about 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 pens write with a vengeance and in
Stay hard like the biceps it's stacked
I'm gritty, I wouldn't love in a match

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

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

Gotta my act up and, get my thoughts straight
Stop smashin' the five and 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 wheel handlin, you die in a
Block prime scramblin', glock handlin'
the flows of mind travelin'
You heard it before, you ain't Sunshine

Got a bomb and I'm ready for more
Bitches gettin' in my party 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

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

the bullshit, the bullshit
Brick City, 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 a gun in my hand
His limpin' lenny turn around and then I pump the pants
One nine in each arm, I get hot as I from it
Now he's a cheap ornament, died in a tournament

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And every, morning I linger on the just drinkin'
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 the mattresses

Shorty lookin' at me like I don't get bank
My is hot bitch, I swim in my fish tank
Every car got a bar, the clique 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