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 you get this shit)
(This is what you get you, smokin' it)
(This is what you get when you, it)
(What, what, that nigga Kurupt)
(Deuce is motherfucka)

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

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

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

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

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

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

You bitch you hoe ass nigga
You nuthin' ass wanna be somethin' ass 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 cock just pop, let it go nigga pop the
Launch the missile, let is whistle, let it nigga
Let these niggas nigga

Tear 'em up, gotta let 'em
We about to shit 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
Hollow tips made the metal flare you better
Or get hit in ya waist for, wastin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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