Luyện nghe bài hát Light Shit Up

Yeah, true story what I'm sayin'
We got the Duck Down family keepin' it real
(What, what, what)
(This is what you get you get this shit)
(This is what you get you, smokin' it)
(This is what you get you, tokin' 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 eyed Buck does it all, I your gun jam
Wid from 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, the roof up, fuck chuck, Kurupt and Buck
Wid Gail luck lightin' up, Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo
Incognito, spittin' motherfuckin' torpedoes
Tornadoes, compose, compositions equivalent to

Or contusions, incisions, illusions,
The pop bomb rocks serve all blocks
Or you get all bombed drop 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 and invaded then I'm out punk
No doubt nigga, I'm fuckin' out survivin' a drought nigga
like that Buck and Kurupt

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

You bitch you motherfuckin' hoe ass
You nuthin' ass wanna be ass busta ass
Quick as I can get my on my Mausberg
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 pop, let it go nigga pop the pistol
Launch the missile, let is whistle, let it nigga
Let these niggas nigga

Tear 'em up, let 'em know
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 yeah almost got blinded by a glare
tips made the metal flare you better beware
Or get hit in ya waist for, wastin'

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

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

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

I'm gettin' dusted, in the of a six hundred
Like, fuck it, life's a bitch and I 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 motherfucka?
Hit the then rock, bitches in flocks
Watch in the cut Buckshot and

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

Walk the side of the block
Face the right side of the
Nigga don't stop
Nigga what, we to light shit up
what, we about to tear shit up

Tear shit up 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 eyed nigga what you
You fake ass ah what I'm sayin'
niggas, Buckshot the bee bee eyed and Kurupt
One about us and you know what we got in common is, mm
We two CEOs wid motherfuckin' flows
plenty dough, slow ya motherfuckin' roll