Luyện nghe bài hát Light Shit Up

Yeah, true story what I'm sayin'
We got the Duck Down keepin' it motherfuckin' real
(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 hear the truth from
Fuck chuck, my to the end is Kurupt
Bee bee eyed Buck does it all, I your gun jam
Wid shells from my gun, feels a body slam

Goddamn, styles get exposed
Flows from blow ya roll sit back and crash the Mo'
And If I gotta the hoe, I'ma back slap her throat

What, raise the up, fuck chuck, Kurupt and Buck
Wid Gail luck lightin' up, Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo
Incognito, spittin' motherfuckin' torpedoes
Tornadoes, compose, equivalent to collisions

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

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

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

You bitch you hoe ass nigga
You nuthin' ass wanna be somethin' ass 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 original gun
No captains, no officials, nuthin' but niggas and
Don't just pop, let it go nigga pop the pistol
Launch the missile, let is whistle, let it blow
Let these niggas know

'em up, gotta 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, motherfuckin' yeah almost got blinded by a glare
tips made the metal flare you better beware
Or get hit in ya waist for, wastin'

Aggravate ya body it twist and grind metal to the bone
Crack ya bone travel up ya up to ya dome
Follow me home, on a where we bone
niggas wear ski masks duck when we blast

Old school smoke grass
up the glass and the shit splash
On my hand then I the ash, on the concrete
Take it to the swap meet, heat

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

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

In Philly respect, motherfucka
You talkin' 'bout money, do you got some
Hit the then rock, bitches in flocks
in the cut Buckshot and Kurupt

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

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