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 wonder why I smile and don't make friends
And keep key with new niggaz, 'cause I know dem
I didn't shoot witcha and you ain't no kin
Kissin' ass like you be doin', 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' like an is needed to be made
I'ma this calico and go bust me a head

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

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

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

I'm ya, I'm tellin' ya
A headbusta is up in ya
stand there better be bailin' brah
Or tip bullets gonna tear you up

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

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 witcha I'ma address it, front and center
If we beef in January, it won't be December

I'm tryin' to get cha outta here your momma
And your lawyer, stuck with or five open charges
with you bitches like you're one of my children
Whippin' your ass you left 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 gonna tear you up

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

by them 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 done crossed the line of scrimmage is the one I
And I feel that the marker should be and goal
And I got the of course, goin' in to sco', nigga

my motherfuckin' name? Woodie it don't matter
What's 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 scared now you in trouble my friend

I'm ya, I'm tellin' ya
A is up in ya area
Don't stand better be bailin' brah
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, head on the way now, uh
Get out the way now, the busters 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