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 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 I'm mean

Runnin' round talking 'bout the shit that you 'bout
How you the drug game up and locked down
John Gotti got life and I'm sure he told nobody
Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin' could buy it

You should be shouting out them bodies you
Nine in tex and Dem AK47's
Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you in the club
You got so guns
Tell me why you rapping of getting robbed
I got two verses for you
This ain't to an individual person
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 blaze a track with out a gat at a cat
Can you mutha do dat
(Do dat)

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

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

Now that you know what the song
probably cussin' me out
You gonna listen to it
Lets talk somebody Eskimo
they jewelry from Jacob
And let me know
You got a piece
But chain is plain right gone
After the it gotta go back to the store
That's

'bout some shit you don't own
Oughta be of yourself
Yo don't they that 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 got me leapin'
you start rhyming and yawn
I get

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 what rappin' is

I can write a song 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 buggin' out
'Cuz they artist done ran out of shit to talk about

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

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

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

Yoouu gonna 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

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