Luyện nghe bài hát Light Shit Up

Yeah, true story know what I'm
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, Buckshot that Kurupt)
(Deuce is motherfucka)

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

Goddamn, elemental styles get
Flows from blow 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 luck lightin' shit up, Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo
Incognito, spittin' like motherfuckin'
Tornadoes, compose, compositions to collisions

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

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

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

G'd up, D P G C'd up, O G C'd up original gun
No captains, no officials, nuthin' but niggas and
Don't cock just pop, let it go pop the pistol
the missile, let is whistle, let it blow nigga
Let these niggas nigga

Tear 'em up, let 'em know
We to tear shit up
two shots the deuce is wild

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

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

Old school shit smoke
Fill up the and the shit splash
On my hand then I flick the ash, on the
Take it to the swap meet, heat

Drop top two
You can keep the jeep while I
Kurupt the King you on the floor
One two three

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 show in New York at the

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

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

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

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