Luyện nghe bài hát H.B. HeadBusta

Get out the way now, hey, get out the way now
Get out the way now, busters on the way now, ah, ah
Get out the way now, the head on the way now, mm
Get out the way, get out the way now

You wonder why I don't and don't make friends
And keep key with new niggaz, 'cause I know dem
I didn't marbles witcha and you ain't no kin
Kissin' ass you be doin', look you ain't no men

The only reason talkin' crazy, 'cause you drank mo' gin
You can it there if you want, look you ain't gonna win
And I'm feelin' an example is needed to be made
I'ma this calico and go bust me a head

They might just retaliate, they might just be afraid
Some niggaz I fuckin' with come told me what they said
still wrong, they wasn't let it ride
That was they nigga we killed so one of us gotta die

Oh yeah, wanna play ha?
Must really be me and this 'k ha?
It must not be meant for you so get out the way now
I'm one of the best this, bout every day now, ah

I'm ya, I'm tellin' ya
A is up in ya area
Don't stand there be bailin' brah
Or hollow tip bullets gonna you up

I'm ya, I'm tellin' ya
A headbusta is up in ya
Don't stand better be bailin' brah
Or hollow tip gonna tear you up

I wonder how long it's gonna' take 'fore realize I'm not a game
Look at me nigga, you think I'm
Do it look like everything in my goin' correctly?
Bitch, be bout it till the man come get me

I got a fucked up conscience and my thinkin' right
I got a brand new chopper, look I'ma slang it
Nigga swellin' up his chest, 'cause I'm bangin' his
I'm at the bar drinkin' Hennessey, he with a knife

I got my man on the side of me, he scopin' him
He it's over but he gonna get fucked over tonight
If I got problem witcha address it, front and center
If we beef in January, it be until December

I'm tryin' to get cha outta here like momma
And your lawyer, stuck with four or five charges
Dealin' with you like you're one of my children
your ass because you left out the buildin'

I'm warnin' ya, I'm ya
A is up in ya area
Don't stand there better be bailin'
Or hollow tip bullets gonna you up

Fuck with a G ain't gonna stop
Somebody gotta go it just have been a plot
'Cause if not, lil' shit could to big shit
One of little mans will be the one pay you a visit

Enticed by niggaz, they gave him a picture
Twenty G's, some too lies, now he to get cha
Woodie my life is like a football
He crossed the line of scrimmage is the one I kill
And I feel that the marker be first and goal
And I got the ball of course, goin' in to sco',

What's my motherfuckin' Woodie it don't matter
this shit up in my hand? A piece of chrome matter
And I just had me a blunt, and a cup of gin
Don't get now motherfucker you in trouble my friend

I'm warnin' ya, I'm ya
A headbusta is up in ya
Don't stand there better be bailin'
Or hollow tip bullets tear you up

Get out the way now, hey
Get out the way now, busters on the way now, mm
Get out the way now, busters on the way now, uh
Get out the way now, the head on the way now, uh
Get out the way now, the CMR is on the way now, mm
Get out the way now, a is on the way now