Luyện nghe bài hát Light Shit Up

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

Raise the up, you hear the truth from Buck
chuck, my nigga to the end is Kurupt
Bee bee eyed does it all, I make your gun jam
Wid from 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 the hoe, I'ma back slap her throat

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

Or contusions, incisions, illusions,
The pop bomb rocks serve all blocks
Or you get all bombed where ya pistol punk?
Dump, get slumped, slapped and wrapped 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 nigga survivin' a drought
It's that Buck 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 to light shit up

You you motherfuckin' hoe ass nigga
You nuthin' ass be somethin' ass busta ass
Quick as I can get my 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, but niggas and pistols
Don't just pop, let it go nigga pop the pistol
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 deuce is

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

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

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

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

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

In Philly respect, motherfucka
You 'bout money, do you got some motherfucka?
Hit the form 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, nigga what we to tear shit up
Nigga what, we about to light up

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

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