Luyện nghe bài hát Light Shit Up

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

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

Goddamn, elemental get exposed
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 lightin' up, Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo
Incognito, spittin' like torpedoes
Tornadoes, compose, equivalent to collisions

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

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

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

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

G'd up, D P G C'd up, O G C'd up original gun
No captains, no officials, but niggas and pistols
Don't cock just pop, let it go nigga pop the
Launch the missile, let is whistle, let it blow
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 got blinded by a glare
tips made the metal flare you better beware
Or get hit in ya for, wastin' time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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