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

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

You should be out them bodies you buried
Nine in tex and Dem AK47's
Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you suck in the
You got so many
Tell me why you stead of getting robbed
I got two verses for you
ain't just to an individual person
These questions 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 gonna have to change up all yo in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to dis
And they start to out what what rappin' really is

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 what really is

Now that you know the song about
Y'all cussin' me out
You gonna listen to it
Lets about somebody Eskimo
Rentin' they jewelry from
And let me know
You got a piece
But chain is plain right gone
After the video it gotta go back to the
That's

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

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

I can write a song out ice, bitches, and cars
Can you fuckas do dat
(Do dat)
I can a track with 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 think about it
Only thing that changed in yo
Was ya day

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

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

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

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