Luyện nghe bài hát Do Dat

Are you a gun nigga?
(Buh-buh-buh-buh)
Are you a baggin' nigga?
(Whu-whu-whu-whu)
You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your on
Not just any rolly but you 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 head
In ya back
think I'm mean

Runnin' round 'bout the shit that you talking 'bout
How you the drug game up and locked down
John Gotti got life and I'm sure he told nobody
Boy put on an album 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 you suck in the club
You got so many
Tell me why you rapping stead of robbed
I got two more for you
This ain't to an individual person
questions here for all of ya

I can write a with 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 have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
When the in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to finding out what what really is

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

Now that you know what the about
Y'all probably me out
You listen to it anyhow
Lets talk about somebody
they jewelry from Jacob
And let me know
You got a piece
But your chain is right gone
the video it gotta go back to the store
That's

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

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

I can a song with 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)

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

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

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

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

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

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