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 rolly on
Not just any 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 beats
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 got life and I'm sure he never told nobody
Boy lets put on an so the fuckin' feds could buy it

You should be shouting out them bodies you
Nine millimeters in tex and Dem
Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you in the club
You got so many
me why you rapping stead of getting robbed
I got two verses for you
ain't just to an individual person
These 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 mutha do dat
(Do dat)

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

gonna 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

Now you know what the song about
Y'all probably me out
You gonna listen to it
Lets talk somebody Eskimo
Rentin' they jewelry from
And don't let me
You got a piece
But your chain is plain right
After the video it gotta go to the store
crazy

Talkin' 'bout some shit you own
Oughta be of yourself
Yo they call that frontin' holmes?
You ain't jigga,
Nor can you spin puff
And got a cash deal
So what's big Willy talk for?
I get so man
Your got me leapin'
Then you rhyming and yawn
I get

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 finding out what what rappin' is

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)

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

Yeah crazy
And you about 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 shit
and proud
Nigga swear he be down
Arthur lose his every time he opens his mouth
I oughta hold up a signs and boycott ass right
No more muthafuckin' 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
When the radios in the club get to dis
And they start to finding out what rappin' really is

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