Luyện nghe bài hát Light Shit Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'em up, gotta let 'em know
We about to shit up
It's two the deuce is wild

As the clouded smoke, fill up the air Buck wid the red eye
Should I stare, hell motherfuckin' yeah almost got blinded by a
Hollow tips made the 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 mission we bone
Sick wear ski masks duck when we blast

Old school shit smoke
Fill up the glass and the shit
On my hand then I the ash, on the concrete
Take it to the swap meet, 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, fuck it, a bitch and I love it
All I want is my cash and my
me a show in New York at the tunnel

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

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

Walk the side of the block
Face the side of the glock
Nigga shit don't
Nigga what, we about to shit up
Nigga what, we about to shit up

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