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 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 nigga to the end is
Bee bee eyed does it all, I make your gun jam
Wid shells my gun, feels like a body slam

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

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

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

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

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

You bitch you hoe ass nigga
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
Don't just pop, let it go nigga pop the pistol
the missile, let is whistle, let it blow nigga
Let these niggas know

Tear 'em up, gotta let 'em
We about to tear up
It's two shots the is wild

As the clouded smoke, 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 flare you better
Or get hit in ya waist for, wastin'

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

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

top two seat
You can keep the while I creep
the King pinned you on the floor
One two three

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

In Philly respect, Gotham
You talkin' 'bout money, do you got motherfucka?
Hit the then rock, bitches in flocks
in the cut Buckshot 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 to light shit up

Walk the wrong side of the
the right side of the glock
Nigga shit don't
Nigga what, we to light shit up
what, we about to tear shit up

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