Luyện nghe bài hát Light Shit Up

Yeah, true story know what I'm
We got the Duck Down family keepin' it motherfuckin'
(What, what, what)
(This is you get when you get this shit)
(This is what you get when you, it)
(This is what you get when you, it)
(What, what, Buckshot nigga Kurupt)
(Deuce is motherfucka)

Raise the roof up, you the truth from Buck
Fuck chuck, my to the end is Kurupt
Bee bee Buck does it all, I make your gun jam
Wid shells from my gun, like a body slam

Goddamn, elemental styles get
Flows from blow slow ya roll sit back and the Mo'
And If I gotta bash the hoe, back slap her throat

What, the roof up, fuck chuck, Kurupt and Buck
Wid luck lightin' shit up, Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo
Incognito, like motherfuckin' torpedoes
Tornadoes, compose, compositions equivalent to

Or contusions, incisions, illusions,
The bomb pop bomb rocks serve all
Or you get all bombed drop ya pistol punk?
Dump, get slumped, slapped and wrapped ram sacked

blazed burned scorched to a crisp, then stripped ah all ya shit
Bust it's penetrated detonated and then I'm out punk
No doubt nigga, I'm fuckin' out survivin' a drought nigga
It's like Buck and Kurupt

wid the Buck and Kurupt
Ya might get kurupted get bucked
That's whats up, nigga what we to tear shit up
Nigga what, we about to shit up

You bitch you motherfuckin' hoe ass
You nuthin' ass be somethin' ass busta ass
as I can get my hands on my Mausberg
Sure, wid a half ah bird

G'd up, D P G C'd up, O G C'd up gun clappin'
No captains, no officials, nuthin' but and pistols
cock just pop, let it go nigga pop the pistol
Launch the missile, let is whistle, let it blow
Let these niggas know

Tear 'em up, let 'em know
We about to shit up
two shots the deuce is wild

As the smoke, fill up the air Buck wid the red eye stare
Should I stare, hell motherfuckin' yeah almost got by a glare
Hollow tips made the metal you better beware
Or get hit in ya for, wastin' time

Aggravate ya body when it and grind metal to the bone
Crack ya bone travel up ya spine up to ya
me home, on a mission where we bone
Sick niggas wear ski masks duck when we

Old school smoke grass
Fill up the glass and the shit
On my then I flick the ash, on the concrete
it to the swap meet, cock heat

Drop top two
You can keep the jeep I creep
Kurupt the pinned you on the floor
One two three

I'm gettin' dusted, in the back of a six
Like, fuck it, life's a bitch and I it
All I is my cash and my bundles
Rock me a in New York at the tunnel

In Philly respect, Gotham
You talkin' money, do you got some motherfucka?
Hit the form then rock, in flocks
Watch in the cut and Kurupt

wid the Buck and Kurupt
Ya might get kurupted then get
That's whats up, nigga what we about to tear up
Nigga what, we to light shit up

Walk the wrong of the block
Face the right of the glock
shit don't stop
Nigga what, we about to light up
Nigga what, we about to shit up

Tear shit up nigga what we about to light shit nigga
(Buckshot, 'em down)
Tear shit up, we about to light shit up Young
(Valentino, Kurupt, Buckshot)
The bee bee nigga what you got?
You fake ass motherfuckas ah I'm sayin'
niggas, Buckshot the bee bee eyed and Kurupt
One about us and you know what we got in common is, mm
We two wid motherfuckin' leaky flows
plenty dough, slow ya motherfuckin' roll