Luyện nghe bài hát Light Shit Up

Yeah, true story know I'm sayin'
We got the Duck Down family it motherfuckin' real
(What, what, what)
(This is what you get when you get shit)
(This is what you get you, smokin' it)
(This is what you get you, tokin' it)
(What, what, Buckshot that Kurupt)
(Deuce is motherfucka)

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

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

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

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

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

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

You you motherfuckin' hoe ass nigga
You ass wanna be somethin' ass busta ass
Quick as I can get my hands on my
Sure, rollin' wid a half ah

G'd up, D P G C'd up, O G C'd up gun clappin'
No captains, no officials, nuthin' but and pistols
Don't cock just pop, let it go 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 tear up
two shots the deuce is wild

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

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

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

Drop top two
You can keep the jeep I creep
Kurupt the King pinned you on the
One two nigga

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

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

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

Walk the side of the block
the right side of the glock
Nigga shit stop
what, we about to light shit up
Nigga what, we to tear shit up

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