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 wit your rolly on
Not just any rolly but you 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 I'm mean

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

You should be out them bodies you buried
Nine millimeters in tex and Dem
Illegal weapon you 'bout you suck in the club
You got so many
Tell me why you rapping of getting robbed
I got two more for you
This just to an individual person
These questions for all of ya

I can a song 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 fuckas do dat
(Do dat)

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

Yoouu gonna 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

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 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
Oughta be ashamed of
Yo don't they call frontin' holmes?
You ain't jigga,
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 and yawn
I get

Yoouu have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
When the 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 mutha do dat
(Do dat)
I can blaze a track with out a gat at a cat
Can you fuckas do dat
(Do dat)

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

Yeah that's
And you think about it
Only thing that changed in yo
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 voice every time he opens his
I oughta up a signs and boycott they ass right
No more muthafuckin' a likes
Sounded

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

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 rappin' really is

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