Luyện nghe bài hát Do Dat

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

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

You should be shouting out bodies you buried
Nine millimeters in tex and Dem
Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you in the club
You got so guns
Tell me why you rapping stead of getting
I got two more for you
This ain't just to an individual
These questions 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 out bustin' a gat at a cat
Can you mutha do dat
(Do dat)

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

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

Now that you know what the about
Y'all cussin' me out
You gonna to it anyhow
Lets about somebody Eskimo
they jewelry from Jacob
And let me know
You got a piece
But your is plain right gone
After the video it go back to the store
That's

Talkin' 'bout shit you don't own
Oughta be of yourself
Yo don't they call frontin' holmes?
You jigga, nigga
Nor can you spin puff
And got a cash deal
So what's big Willy talk for?
I get so man
Your track got me
Then you rhyming 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 rappin' really is

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

It's a sad
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 shit is hot
Put on the album
You it with my man
Kick that
Loud and
Nigga swear he be down
Arthur lose his voice every time he his mouth
I oughta hold up a signs and they ass right
No more sound a likes
Sounded

(Mobb deep!)
Sounded
(Jay-Z!)
Sounded
(B.I.B.!)
And we don't no more please

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

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