Luyện nghe bài hát Light Shit Up

Yeah, true story know what I'm
We got the Duck Down family keepin' it motherfuckin'
(What, what, what)
(This is what you get when you get 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 from Buck
Fuck chuck, my to the end is Kurupt
Bee bee Buck does it all, I make your gun jam
Wid shells from my gun, feels like a body

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

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

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

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

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

You you motherfuckin' 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, nuthin' but 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, 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'

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

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

Drop top two
You can the jeep while I creep
Kurupt the King you on the floor
One two nigga

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

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

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

Walk the wrong of the block
Face the right side of the
Nigga shit stop
Nigga what, we about to shit up
Nigga what, we about to tear up

Tear shit up nigga what we about to light shit nigga
(Buckshot, 'em down)
Tear shit up, we to light shit 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 thing about us and you know we got in common is, mm
We two wid motherfuckin' leaky flows
plenty dough, slow ya motherfuckin' roll