Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody on The Line Outside

-busta verse-
Flipmode bond
Flipmode coming word
Flipmode here word
Feel no fear word
uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh
hot shit
Hitting you off you do it like this yo
maybey a nigga look shadey
Admire the nigga and let me shine
my nickel 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 from to frisco
Yah-yay my nigga or yai yo
Met a chick I think her name is santiago
The way she blow I never been blowed
Beyond a level I could'nt take it no more
Put it on then I bounce through the backdoor
She hold on baby come here blaze it on the floor
Now I finish with
give me my trap
Staking whole lot of money get me before I my rap
Think your don't stink
Drunk eyed nigga
Walk still spilling your drink
Jam on!

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

verse-
Now I'm on
The party's going down at the mirage
Rampage I'm still
in the door with my flipmode squad
Vip flex on the blast
in the corner yo I got to think fast
Play my game if I want some ass
If I want to spend some cash, moet all
Dont look at me wrong man your ain't tight
I got a that'll 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 your left to your right
Its rampage you can call me
I drink alize a little cranberry
I my throat
Got the flyest mink
I told you before yo I'm for broke

-repeat

have mercy verse-
Rotate the
Locate the
with the squeeze ass
Double g cans shafts
Out your league
Jeeps crash dent like bean
New york city rub squishy and theme tags
Not a dollar to
Man let me at you
head wobble with fool
Tomorrow was cruel to on the moon
La la bye messaging your
Travel at speeds
No id
God on the
Pardon me
thick base collide
The gritty groove, fifty-two
And levitate your
Who it?
Your weak running like athletes
Get on it
Huh the streets with no warning
Andale andale my people for the montary
Jack collapse streets now put the john away
Put the away, put the john away

chorus 2x-

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