Luyện nghe bài hát Head Bussa

Head
Head
Head
Head

I know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head
I don't know you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa

Hey yo
Yo, N O R, you can me in my favorite car
Drop lex, truck, Gordo the lazy R
I'm a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far
And if you is what you smoke then hey
I'm never up I got some lead what
And keeps some in my whips
And they just fuck my head up
I'm like whatever God, ain't a nigga better

I rock a Neptune's like it's a leather garm
Know about you, but I'm a bed
See I don't about you, but I'm a head bussa
You see it's God favorite, he built the bricks
Chicks love us anyway, 'cause we make hits
No re my, I'm with just water and fish
out militainment see we focused
Stand in the pain, see me hold my pivot
Or you can catch me in L.A., a Mexican midget

I don't know you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a bussa

Yo, yo
See I'm a Philly nigga, I can't fuck wit a Dutch
Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a shit
Jose I'm so it seems
The first nigga sellin' cracks a fax machine
Shit star tek I my gun in the raids
And I can planes crash through a two way page
stack like, act like I ain't made mad classics

Like I'm a new artist, these rat bastards
But that's aight 'cause I'm a make more
And I could sell bad work, still say it's raw
I make songs for the poor
The most grimey and raw niggas, the ki ki kickin' your niggas
Go arm next, see whose neck I break
I send my little man home to check out late
She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad

I don't 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head
I know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa

Duh
Ain't a damn thing the
Look, I'm a see if ya my name
Millionaires, that change the
That got 9/11 clouds and bullets grain
calm down this is soldier game
Kill for money, the raw and the
Let me, see you flag, the color of car
Fix fingers, show me what you are

See I'm a head bussa it ain't to tell
That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to
And them def jam niggas put paper behind us
We left that other label, and the behind us
Niggas want beef, it hard to find us
We in the 'lac truck, them in path finders and
The crime scene N O R E N O R E
People wanna scream they N O R E N O R E

Man, I'm outta' town my travel, too
We in L.A. getting' off in Malibu
A new car, ask the Jake, call me "No shit"
'Cause everytime they me, I don't know shit
And hold this, yea nigga just this
I always drink henny, hardly the 'cris
monster wrist, I keep a I'll beat
And niggas hardly like you, your shit still

Duh
Ain't a damn thing the
Look, I'm a see if ya my name
Millionaires, that the game
That got 9/11 clouds and bullets grain
Don't calm this is soldier game
for money, the raw and the caine
Let me, see you flag, the color of car
Fix fingers, show me what you are

I don't 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head
I don't know you, but I'm a head bussa
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