Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody on The Line Outside

-busta verse-
Flipmode bond
Flipmode coming word
Flipmode word bond
no fear word bond
Uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh
hot shit
Hitting you off baby you do it like yo
Crazy maybey a look shadey
Admire the nigga and let me baby
Shine my 380 yo it's all gravy
Never me, follow orders you better obey me
and dance all in the discos
Crib show with alot of bitches here to frisco
my nigga or yippe yai yo
Met a spanish chick I think her is santiago
The way she blow I never blowed before
a level where I could'nt take it no more
Put it on shorty I bounce through the backdoor
She said hold on baby come blaze it on the floor
Now I with that
Nigga me my trap
Staking lot of money get me before I finish my rap
your shit don't stink
Drunk crossed eyed
Walk crooked spilling your drink
Jam on!

-busta chorus-
Everybody's on the outside
Make you feel good you come for the ride
Going do it to my till your're satisfied
Cant do it like this no how much you try
I you want to wild out come inside
>from the to the right lets coincide
All night flipmode coming wide
Wave your hand up in the air your hands get tired

verse-
Now I'm on
The party's going down at the mirage
Rampage I'm still
Coming in the door with my flipmode
Vip pass on the blast
in the corner yo I got to think fast
Play my game right if I some ass
If I to spend some cash, moet all night
Dont look at me wrong man your pokets ain't
I got a that'll shine all night
This is that jam that make you want to fight
And all you ladies just wild for the night
Put your bottles in the air from your left to your
Its rampage you can call me
I drink alize a little cranberry
I my throat
Got the flyest coat
I told you yo I'm going for broke

-repeat

-lord have mercy
the club
Locate the
with the squeeze ass
Double g fatigue shafts
Out your math
Jeeps crash dent like bean
New york city rub squishy and theme tags
Not a to loose
Man let me at you
Never head wobble fool
Tomorrow was cruel to on the moon
La la bye your crew
at high speeds
No id
God on the
me duke
Nationwide thick collide
The gritty groove, smash
And levitate your
Who it?
Your back running like athletes
Get on it
Huh blaze the with no warning
Andale my people move for the montary
Jack cheese collapse now put the john away
Put the john away, put the john

chorus 2x-

-busta
Yeah raw deluxe hot shit
1998 1999 year
Say lord have mercy
Say rampage the last nigga
Say busta rhymes the lyrical
Say what say what say