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 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 Buck
chuck, my nigga to the end is Kurupt
Bee bee Buck does it all, I make your gun jam
Wid shells from my gun, feels a body slam

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

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

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

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

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

You you motherfuckin' hoe ass nigga
You nuthin' ass be somethin' ass busta ass
Quick as I can get my hands on my
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 and pistols
Don't cock just pop, let it go nigga pop the
the missile, let is whistle, let it blow nigga
Let these know nigga

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

As the clouded smoke, fill up the air Buck wid the red eye
Should I stare, motherfuckin' yeah almost got blinded by a glare
Hollow tips made the 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 bone travel up ya up to ya dome
Follow me home, on a where we bone
Sick niggas wear ski masks duck when we

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

Drop top two
You can keep the jeep while I
the King pinned you on the floor
One two nigga

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

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 and Kurupt
Ya get kurupted then get bucked
That's up, nigga what we about to tear shit up
Nigga what, we about to light up

the wrong side of the block
Face the right side of the
Nigga don't stop
Nigga what, we about to light up
Nigga what, we about to 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 Young
(Valentino, Kurupt, Buckshot)
The bee bee eyed nigga what you
You fake ass motherfuckas ah what I'm
Broke niggas, Buckshot the bee bee eyed and
One thing about us and you know what we got in is, mm
We two CEOs wid motherfuckin' leaky
plenty dough, slow ya motherfuckin' roll