Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bullshit

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

Yo, yo, you gon' learn
When it come to this shit, I ain't about turns
Doc's in the place, the cold nigga, I'm too late to thaw
Doc unfold niggas they ribs is raw

Whether you up the or ride 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 a jackass 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 think the is for
When I grub, I want the whole board

Gotta clean my act up and, get my thoughts
Stop smashin' the five and appear in the court
I won't the bike 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
prime scramblin', glock nine handlin'
Duckin' the flows of mind
You heard it before, you Sunshine Anderson

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

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

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

Yo, I put the on a man without a gun in my hand
His limpin' lenny turn around and then I from the pants
One nine in arm, I get hot as I squeeze from it
Now he's a cheap ornament, died in a street

Peep the clues, not deep with
My Benz don't carry shoes 'cause I'm as Jews
But I let off this cannon bet your fleet move
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 myself and Irene and my
Fuck mainstream dry off feet
I'm explosive as Simon in Die 3

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

Stop IC-Don, get gone, 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 pull big out, like I'm hittin' a deer

You don't really know when trouble
When you your door and somebody
In yo, house bubble gum
With guns, cocked in each hand
Nigga, you about to be in beach sand

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

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

And every, I linger on the corner just drinkin'
and thinkin', how I'm 'bout to score with this ink pen
You hope we blow on this rappin' shit
You don't us to go under the mattresses

Shorty lookin' at me funny I don't get bank
My house is hot bitch, I swim in my 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 bitch I am on
I remember none of this when the X in me
So if you want sex for free, for me, IC-Don