Luyện nghe bài hát Do Dat

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

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

You be shouting out them bodies you buried
Nine in tex and Dem AK47's
Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you suck in the
You got so many
Tell me why you rapping of getting robbed
I got two more for you
ain't just to an individual person
These here for all of ya

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)

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 what really is

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

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

Talkin' some shit you don't own
be ashamed of yourself
Yo don't call that frontin' holmes?
You jigga, nigga
Nor can you like puff
And got a cash deal
So what's big Willy talk for?
I get so man
Your track got me
Then you start rhyming and
I get

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

I can a song 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 mutha do dat
(Do dat)

a sad situation
Record buggin' out
'Cuz they star artist done ran out of to talk about

Yeah crazy
And you about it baby
thing that changed in yo rhyme
Was ya day

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

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

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

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