Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bullshit

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

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

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

I like to sign autographs half the time
I scribble my name and draw a jackass
Kleins spilled 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 people at the I'm on
time, what you think the forty-four is for
When I grub, I want the whole smorgas

Gotta my act up and, get my thoughts straight
smashin' the five and appear in the court dates
I won't ride the bike unless C B R
With no tricks but a bitch it'll be on

I'm wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance
prime scramblin', glock nine handlin'
Duckin' the flows of travelin'
You it before, you ain't Sunshine Anderson

Got a bomb plantin' and I'm ready for
gettin' in my party 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 walk up in the club we on the
the bullshit, the bullshit
Fondling bitch ass off the bullshit

the bullshit, the bullshit
Brick City, Brook-non off the
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' 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 tournament

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

Fuck the Visine, 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 delay
Sprayin' water on all those hot
Take mic, take they jewels, then them Bezell, Doc

Stop IC-Don, get gone, I'm here
Sippin' a beer, 5th with the clip in the
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 when trouble
When you open your 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 care if you sell weed, dope, 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 wing of my bathroom
Do you think you survive all that we bring, ya
Bullets, at ya just as long as your finger

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

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