Luyện nghe bài hát Do Dat

Are you a gun busting
(Buh-buh-buh-buh)
Are you a bitch nigga?
(Whu-whu-whu-whu)
You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit rolly on
Not any rolly but you bought the most expensive one
Hey take ya car keys to ya E
Big body be for CD on ya DVD
For ya T.V in ya head
In ya back
Y'all think I'm

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

You should be shouting out them you buried
Nine millimeters in tex and Dem
Illegal weapon you talking you suck in the club
You got so guns
Tell me why you rapping of getting robbed
I got two more for you
This ain't just to an person
questions here for all of ya

I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and
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 radios in the club get to dis
And they to finding out what what rappin' really is

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

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

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

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

I can write a song out ice, bitches, and cars
Can you mutha do dat
(Do dat)
I can blaze a with out bustin' a gat at a cat
Can you mutha do dat
(Do dat)

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

Yeah crazy
And you think about it
Only thing changed in yo rhyme
Was ya day

Oh that is hot
Put that on the
You heard it my man
that shit
Loud and
swear he be throwin' down
Arthur lose his voice time he opens his mouth
I hold up a signs and boycott they ass right
No more muthafuckin' a likes
Sounded

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

Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo in a little bit
the radios 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)