Luyện nghe bài hát On Smash

Yeah, what's up, Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray in this
A busa bus, yeah, Flip meets da Def Squad together once again
2003 muthafuckas, yeah all runin' you
Welcome home Murray, ah thank you baby
Streets mission nigga, give it to 'em, check it, check it, yo

It's flip mode we be all over the
Quick to lay niggaz down and lawnmower face
Fuck bitch before she go to her wedding
Fuck around and you're ass with two sticks
Just like the number

And yo I fuck with current and I fuck with your spouse
And y'all niggaz up for talkin' shit in your own house
We see y'all bounce and say one
You got no kind a line a credit in the hood that you from

I keep my doe stacked for them
Spot faggots like I keep a low jack on them niggaz
Pretty sprinkle on they channel
After we fuck 'em all in the club frontin' like pussy don't smell

Then they call me mister nice guy like Daved
How we be pounding the pussy and makin' it swell
Fuck that flip mode never fail how we successfully banish
Niggaz we see 'em in hell

Now, guess who's through the streets
With heat and that make the people
Say them niggaz got it on smash
You know them got it on smash
You them niggaz got it

Now, guess who's through the streets
With heat and fire that make the
Say that them got it on smash
You know niggaz got it on smash
You know them got it

Yo, Def Squad we be all over the place
Hog tie, your back fold you in a suit case
Yeah it's the Mr. Murray and Mr. Beef Curray
worry come through and crush your bur berry hat like blueberry's

And all waiting the waiting is over y'all
If I don't come wit sick shit I ain't coming at all
But listen you my brother and I love but you
And getting in you're ass is so

And just think hoes be trying to prink
When they know they look just as as Hellery Swink
And cheating make me madder than M&M
The he saw Kim kissing that Arabian, I ain't go forth

whip you, catch a case, get probation violate
For smoking more trees Dionne Warwick
The way I be shittin' on the mic I laugh
And use a roll of tissue to wipe my stankin' ass

Now, guess who's through the streets
heat and fire that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on
You know them niggaz got it on
You them niggaz got it

Now, who's comin' through the streets
With heat and fire that make the
Say that them niggaz got it on
You know them got it on smash
You them niggaz got it

Ah yo, of all my rap style is not compatible
When white boys come around they be like yo Kell your shit is
My hang 10 up I left them clueless
Not that MC's out there can do this

This the same old G mack da old E
And I don't your back da Gat can hold me
Ain't state I been without the mac 10
Kell Vics muthafuckin' yeah, I'm again

Now every time I grab the microphone I set the on fire
'Cause yo I ain't no I'm sharp like barb wire
Machine gun so don't get jelly
bitch you, can put it in your mouth, like Akinyele

You he's fakin' da funk take nigga home he drunk
Before he wined up in my
I gotta left that will fracture your and crack ribs
L.O.D. motherfucker we gonna see you

Now, guess comin' through the streets
With heat and that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on
You know niggaz got it on smash
You them niggaz got it

Now, guess who's through the streets
With heat and that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on
You know them niggaz got it on
You know niggaz got it

Now, guess who's through the streets
With heat and fire that the people
Say that them niggaz got it on
You know them niggaz got it on
You know niggaz got it

Now, guess who's through the streets
With and fire that make the people
Say that niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on
You know niggaz got it

Yeah, Def Squad, mode, L.O.D., P.T.P
You we got it on smash, street niggaz, got the streets on smash
All ya fake ass up there front, we'll come
Y'all what to do, don't worry, Murray vision ain't blurry, ay yo E