Luyện nghe bài hát Light Shit Up

Yeah, true story know I'm sayin'
We got the Duck family keepin' it motherfuckin' real
(What, what, what)
(This is you get when you get this shit)
(This is what you get when you, it)
(This is you get when 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 does it all, I make your gun jam
Wid from my gun, feels like a body slam

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

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

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 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
like that Buck and Kurupt

Fuckin' wid the and Kurupt
Ya get kurupted then get bucked
That's 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 hands on my
Sure, rollin' wid a 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 cock just pop, let it go nigga pop the
Launch the missile, let is whistle, let it nigga
Let these niggas know

Tear 'em up, let 'em know
We about to tear up
It's two shots the deuce is

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

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

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

top two seat
You can keep the jeep while I
Kurupt the King you on the floor
One two nigga

I'm dusted, in the back 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 Philly respect, Gotham
You talkin' 'bout money, do you got motherfucka?
Hit the form then rock, bitches in
in the cut Buckshot and Kurupt

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

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

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