Luyện nghe bài hát Do Dat

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

Runnin' round talking 'bout the shit that you talking
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 so the fuckin' feds could buy it

You should be shouting out them you buried
millimeters in tex and Dem AK47's
Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you in the club
You got so guns
me why you rapping stead of getting robbed
I got two verses for you
This just to an individual 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 mutha 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 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 what the about
probably cussin' me out
You gonna to it anyhow
Lets talk somebody Eskimo
Rentin' they from 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
crazy

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

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

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 mutha do dat
(Do dat)

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

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

Oh that is hot
Put that on the
You it with my man
Kick that
and proud
Nigga swear he be throwin'
Arthur lose his voice every he opens his mouth
I oughta hold up a and boycott they ass right
No muthafuckin' sound a likes
like

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

Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to dis
And start 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)