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

Runnin' round talking the shit that you talking 'bout
How you the drug sewed 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 be shouting out them bodies you buried
millimeters in tex and Dem AK47's
Illegal weapon you talking you suck in the club
You got so guns
me why you rapping stead of getting robbed
I got two verses for you
This ain't just to an individual
questions here for all of ya

I can write a song 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 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 really is

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

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

Talkin' 'bout some you don't own
Oughta be of yourself
Yo don't they call that frontin'
You jigga, nigga
Nor can you spin puff
And got a cash money
So what's your big Willy for?
I get so man
track got me leapin'
Then you start rhyming and
I get

Yoouu 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

I can write a 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)

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

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

Oh shit is hot
Put on the album
You heard it my man
Kick shit
and proud
Nigga swear he be throwin'
Arthur lose his voice every time he his mouth
I hold up a signs and boycott they ass right
No more sound a likes
Sounded

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

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 what really is

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