Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody on The Line Outside

-busta verse-
word bond
Flipmode coming bond
Flipmode here bond
Feel no word bond
Uh-uh-uh
uh-uh
1998 hot
Hitting you off baby you do it like yo
Crazy maybey a nigga look
the nigga and let me shine baby
Shine my 380 yo it's all gravy
Never play me, follow orders you obey me
Sisco and all in the discos
show with alot of bitches from here to frisco
Yah-yay my or yippe yai yo
Met a chick I think her name is santiago
The way she blow I never been blowed
Beyond a level where I take it no more
Put it on then I bounce through the backdoor
She said hold on baby come here it on the floor
Now I finish with
Nigga me my trap
Staking whole lot of money get me I finish my rap
Think your shit don't
crossed eyed nigga
Walk crooked still spilling your
Jam on!

-busta chorus-
on the line outside
Make you feel good make you for the ride
Going do it to my people till satisfied
Cant do it like this no matter how you try
I know you to wild out come inside
the left to the right lets coincide
All night flipmode coming wide
your hand up in the air until your hands get tired

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

-repeat

-lord have verse-
the club
Locate the
Pulsate the squeeze ass
Double g cans shafts
Out league math
Jeeps crash dent like bean
New york rub squishy touch and theme tags
Not a to loose
Man let me at you
Never head with fool
Tomorrow was cruel to flock on the
La la bye messaging crew
at high speeds
No id
God on the
Pardon me
Nationwide base collide
The gritty groove, smash
And your side
Who it?
Your back weak like athletes
Get on it
Huh blaze the streets with no
Andale andale my move for the montary
Jack cheese collapse now put the john away
Put the john away, put the john

-repeat 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 say what