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 chain and ya chong wit your on
Not any rolly but you bought the most expensive one
Hey ya car keys to ya class E
Big be for your CD on ya DVD
For ya T.V in ya beats
In ya back
Y'all think I'm

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

You should be out them bodies you buried
Nine millimeters in tex and Dem
Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you suck in the
You got so many
Tell me why you stead of getting robbed
I got two verses for you
This ain't just to an person
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 a track with out bustin' a gat at a cat
Can you fuckas do dat
(Do dat)

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 in a little bit
the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to out what what rappin' really is

Now that you know the song about
probably cussin' me out
You gonna to it anyhow
Lets about somebody Eskimo
Rentin' they jewelry Jacob
And don't let me
You got a platinum
But your is plain right gone
After the video it gotta go back to the
That's

Talkin' some shit you don't own
Oughta be ashamed of
Yo don't they call that holmes?
You ain't jigga,
Nor can you like puff
And got a cash deal
So your big Willy talk for?
I get so man
track got me leapin'
Then you start rhyming and
I get

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

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)

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

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

Oh shit is hot
Put that on the
You it with my man
Kick that
Loud and
Nigga he be throwin' down
Arthur lose his voice every time he his mouth
I hold up a signs and boycott they 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 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)