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
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, what you

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

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

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

I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor to
And at the label I'm on
Crunch time, what you the forty-four is for
When I grub, I want the whole smorgas

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

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

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

the bullshit, the bullshit
We up in the club we on the bullshit
the bullshit, the bullshit
Fondling bitch ass off the bullshit

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

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

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

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

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

IC-Don, get gone, nigga I'm here
Sippin' a beer, 5th with the clip in the
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 come
When you open your and somebody
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 if you sell weed, dope, coke or not
Nigga, I smoke the glock
Give your face polka dots, y'all better I stop

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

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

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

we fuck, I'm takin' you to S and D's
That's a lie bitch I am on
I won't remember none of this the X in me
So if you want sex for free, check for me,