Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bullshit

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

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

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

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

I got a food 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 want the whole smorgas

Gotta clean my act up and, get my thoughts
Stop smashin' the five and appear in the dates
I won't ride the unless 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', nine handlin'
Duckin' the of mind travelin'
You heard it before, you Sunshine Anderson

Got a bomb and I'm ready for more
Bitches gettin' in my party givin' at the do
All my niggas and my and get high in the audience
I a gaudy 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
Brick City, off the bullshit
the bullshit, that's the bullshit
That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah, chill
That's the

Yo, I put the on a man without 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 squeeze it
Now he's a cheap ornament, died in a tournament

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

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

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

Stop IC-Don, get gone, I'm here
Sippin' a beer, 5th the clip in the rear
That'll him off his feet, make 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 bubble gum
double guns, cocked in each hand
Nigga, you about to be buried in beach

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

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

And every, I linger on the corner just drinkin'
Borin' and thinkin', how I'm 'bout to score with ink pen
You better hope we on this rappin' shit
You want us to go under the mattresses

lookin' at me funny 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 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 remember none of this when the X in me
So if you want sex for free, check for me,