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 any rolly but you bought the most expensive one
Hey ya car keys to ya class 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 'bout the shit that you talking 'bout
How you the drug sewed up and locked down
John Gotti got life and I'm sure he never told
Boy lets put on an so the fuckin' feds could buy it

You should be out them bodies you buried
millimeters in tex and Dem AK47's
Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you in the club
You got so many
Tell me why you rapping stead of getting
I got two more 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 fuckas do dat
(Do dat)
I can blaze a track out bustin' a gat at a cat
Can you fuckas 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

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

Now that you know what the about
probably cussin' me out
You gonna listen to it
Lets talk about somebody
Rentin' they jewelry Jacob
And don't let me
You got a piece
But your chain is right gone
the video it gotta go back to the store
That's

Talkin' some shit you don't own
Oughta be ashamed of
Yo don't they that frontin' holmes?
You ain't jigga,
Nor can you spin like
And got a cash money
So what's your big talk for?
I get so man
Your got me leapin'
you start rhyming and yawn
I get

gonna 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

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

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

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

Oh that is hot
Put on the album
You heard it my man
Kick shit
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 sound 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 in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to out what what rappin' really is

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