Luyện nghe bài hát Light Shit Up

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

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

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

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

Shot burned scorched to a crisp, then 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 Buck and
Ya might get then get bucked
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
as I can get my hands on my Mausberg
Sure, rollin' wid a half ah

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 cock pop, let it go nigga pop the pistol
the missile, let is whistle, let it blow nigga
Let these niggas know

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

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

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

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

Drop top two
You can the jeep while I creep
Kurupt the King pinned you on the
One two three

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

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

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

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

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