Luyện nghe bài hát Do Dat

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

round talking 'bout the shit 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 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
weapon you talking 'bout you suck in the club
You got so many
Tell me why you stead of getting robbed
I got two verses for you
ain't just to an individual person
These questions 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 with out bustin' a gat at a cat
Can you mutha do dat
(Do dat)

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

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

Now that you know what the song
probably cussin' me out
You gonna listen to it
talk about somebody Eskimo
Rentin' they jewelry from
And let me know
You got a platinum
But your chain is plain gone
After the video it gotta go back to the
That's

Talkin' 'bout some shit you own
Oughta be ashamed of
Yo don't call that frontin' holmes?
You jigga, nigga
Nor can you spin puff
And got a money deal
So your big Willy talk for?
I get so man
track got me leapin'
Then you start and yawn
I get

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

I can write a song 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)

It's a sad
Record name out
'Cuz they star done ran out of shit to talk about

Yeah crazy
And you think it baby
Only thing that changed in yo
Was ya day

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

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

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

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