Luyện nghe bài hát H.B. HeadBusta

Get out the way now, hey, get out the way now
Get out the way now, head 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 why I don't smile and don't make friends
And key with new niggaz, 'cause I don't know dem
I didn't shoot marbles witcha and you no kin
Kissin' ass like you be doin', look you no men

The only reason you're crazy, 'cause you drank mo' gin
You can take it there if you want, look you gonna win
And I'm feelin' like an example is to be made
I'ma take this calico and go me a head

They might just won' retaliate, they might be afraid
Some niggaz I been with come told me what they said
They still wrong, they let it ride
That was they nigga that we killed so one of us die

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

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

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

I how long it's gonna' take 'fore niggaz realize I'm not a game
at me nigga, you think I'm playin'?
Do it like everything in my life 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 slang it tonight
Nigga swellin' up his chest, I'm bangin' his wife
I'm at the bar drinkin' Hennessey, he came with a

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

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

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

Fuck with a G ain't never stop
Somebody gotta go it better just have been a
'Cause if not, lil' shit could escalate to big
One of your little mans will be the one pay you a

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

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

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

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