Luyện nghe bài hát Do Dat

Are you a gun nigga?
(Buh-buh-buh-buh)
Are you a bitch baggin'
(Whu-whu-whu-whu)
You got ice and ya chain and ya wit your 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 beats
In ya seat
think I'm mean

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

You should be out them bodies you buried
Nine millimeters in tex and Dem
Illegal weapon you 'bout you suck in the club
You got so many
me why you rapping stead of getting robbed
I got two verses for you
This just to an individual person
These here for all of ya

I can write a with 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)

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

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 rappin' really is

Now that you know what the song
Y'all probably me out
You listen to it anyhow
Lets about somebody Eskimo
Rentin' they jewelry from
And let me know
You got a platinum
But your chain is plain gone
After the it gotta go back to the store
That's

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

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

I can a song with out ice, bitches, and cars
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)

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

Yeah that's
And you think it baby
thing that changed in yo rhyme
Was ya day

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

(Mobb deep!)
Sounded
(Jay-Z!)
Sounded
(B.I.B.!)
And we need no more please

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

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