Luyện nghe bài hát Do Dat

Are you a gun nigga?
(Buh-buh-buh-buh)
Are you a baggin' nigga?
(Whu-whu-whu-whu)
You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your on
Not just any but you bought the most expensive one
Hey take ya car to ya class E
Big body be for CD on ya DVD
For ya T.V in ya beats
In ya back
Y'all think I'm

Runnin' round talking 'bout the that you talking 'bout
How you the drug game sewed up and down
Gotti got life and I'm sure he never told nobody
Boy lets put on an album so the feds could buy it

You should be shouting out them you buried
Nine millimeters in tex and Dem
Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you in the club
You got so many
Tell me why you rapping of getting robbed
I got two verses for you
This ain't just to an individual
questions here for all of ya

I can write a with out ice, bitches, and cars
Can you mutha do dat
(Do dat)
I can blaze a track with out a gat at a cat
Can you fuckas do dat
(Do dat)

Yoouu gonna to change up all yo shit in a little bit
the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to finding out what rappin' really is

Yoouu gonna have to up all yo shit in a little bit
When the in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to finding out what rappin' really is

Now that you what the song about
Y'all probably me out
You gonna listen to it
Lets talk about somebody
Rentin' they jewelry from
And don't let me
You got a piece
But chain is plain right gone
After the video it gotta go to the store
That's

Talkin' 'bout shit you don't own
Oughta be of yourself
Yo don't they call that holmes?
You ain't jigga,
Nor can you like puff
And got a money deal
So what's your big Willy for?
I get so man
track got me leapin'
Then you start and yawn
I get

Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo in a little bit
the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to finding out what what rappin' is

I can a song with out ice, bitches, and cars
Can you fuckas do dat
(Do dat)
I can blaze a track out bustin' a gat at a cat
Can you fuckas do dat
(Do dat)

a sad situation
Record name out
'Cuz they artist done ran out of shit to talk about

Yeah that's
And you about it baby
Only thing changed in yo rhyme
Was ya day

Oh that is hot
Put that on the
You heard it my man
that shit
Loud and
Nigga swear he be throwin'
Arthur lose his every time he opens his mouth
I oughta hold up a signs and boycott ass right
No more sound a likes
like

(Mobb deep!)
Sounded
(Jay-Z!)
Sounded
(B.I.B.!)
And we need no more please

Yoouu have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to finding out what what rappin' is

Yoouu gonna have to up all yo shit
(Yo shit)
Yo shit, yo
(Yo shit, yo shit)