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 busters on the way now, mm
Get out the way, get out the way now

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wonder how long gonna' take 'fore niggaz 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 ain't 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 came with a

I got my man on the side of me, he scopin' him
He think it's over but he gonna get fucked over
If I got problem witcha I'ma address it, and center
If we beef in January, it won't be December

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

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

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

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

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

I'm warnin' ya, I'm ya
A is up in ya area
Don't stand there be bailin' brah
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, head 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