Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody on The Line Outside

-busta verse-
Flipmode bond
coming word bond
Flipmode word bond
no fear word bond
Uh-uh-uh
uh-uh
1998 hot
Hitting you off baby you do it like yo
Crazy a nigga look shadey
Admire the nigga and let me baby
Shine my 380 yo it's all gravy
Never play me, follow you better obey me
Sisco and all in the discos
Crib with alot of bitches from here to frisco
my nigga or yippe yai yo
Met a spanish I think her name is santiago
The way she blow I never been before
Beyond a level where I could'nt it no more
Put it on then I bounce through the backdoor
She said hold on baby come blaze it on the floor
Now I finish with
Nigga give me my
Staking whole lot of money get me I finish my rap
Think your shit stink
Drunk eyed nigga
crooked still spilling your drink
Jam on!

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

verse-
Now I'm on
The going down at the club mirage
Rampage I'm still
Coming in the door my flipmode squad
Vip flex on the blast
Honey's in the yo I got to think fast
my game right if I want some ass
If I want to spend cash, moet all night
Dont look at me wrong man your pokets tight
I got a rolly that'll all night
This is that jam make you ballers want to fight
And all you pretty ladies just for the night
Put bottles in the air from your left to your right
Its rampage you can call me
I alize with a little cranberry
I clear my
Got the mink coat
I told you before yo I'm for broke

-repeat

-lord mercy verse-
Rotate the
Locate the
Pulsate with the ass
g cans fatigue shafts
Out league math
Jeeps crash dent bean bags
New york city rub squishy touch and tags
Not a dollar to
Man let me at you
Never head wobble fool
Tomorrow was cruel to on the moon
La la bye messaging your
Travel at high
No id
God on the
Pardon me
Nationwide thick base
The gritty groove, fifty-two
And levitate your
Who it?
Your back running like athletes
Get on it
Huh the streets with no warning
Andale my people move for the montary
Jack cheese collapse streets now put the away
Put the away, put the john away

chorus 2x-

-busta
Yeah raw deluxe hot shit
1998 year 2000
Say what lord mercy
Say what the last nigga
Say what rhymes the lyrical
Say what say say what