Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

Excuse me, I sing to you
I'm bein' and that's the thing to do
I'm just livin' and
and fuckin'

Out here on the
(Alchemist beat is stupid dope fresh)
If I get no love then I can touch you
(Shit is fly, throw ya heard me)

I'd touch you
(We ridin' on niggas, come on)
'Stead I'd rather at you
(Yeah, Squad)

I'd touch you
(It's down my niggas)
(Stunna, Face, Joe the Don)
'Stead I'd bust at you

You must be crazy
I doin' this shit since the eighties
Run up in yo crib, ya baby, baby-baby
It's the kid still holdin' the

Now that they give it I'm holdin' a
And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them niggas do
Come to out they ain't put in no work
And now my is hurt

'Cause they that they wanted to murk
But I'ma 'em to the end of the earth
I'm a motherfuckin' rider
You can see the in my face

Got no problem the hate
They got me a case
And if I blow will I a fifteen
And probably do it all in the pen

But yo I'm with it
before dishonor for my niggas that ride
A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya
Death before for my niggas that ride

A thousand deaths if ya ya pride
You motherfuckers need to that

I'd rather you
'Stead I'd rather at you
I'd rather you
'Stead I'd rather at you

Hey Joe, we gon' like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
I'm a guerrilla on the streets but it's time for the fun
Out of line, I bust my tech nine
Choose ya loose, I ya the blues

Ol' ass nigga with his pussy ass crews
It's the murder man mack, I in the 'Lac
I bought my bricks these dro back stacks
It's the Birdman baby, and holla at me later

Duck ass niggas, we with 'em later
First you, go to the mall and you like a dog
And we the car, then holla at ya boy
Tell pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy

Joe, breakin' bread with the boy
Tell Big Pun nigga, ride for the boy
Win or I ride for my boy
It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy
We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks

I'd touch you
'Stead I'd bust at you
I'd rather you
'Stead I'd bust at you

Niggas me money talk
But bullshit is walkin' out on four
That's why I'm on ya whole street
be a nigga till it's said and done

I'm from a section where ya till ya die 'cause ya never run
I keep my forty cal cocked 'cause these niggas on my block
Right up the street from the cops hang
And in my head I hear Pac

And then them rushin' memories me cry till I can't stop man
Tell my I'm a killer if I happen to die
That's how I lived, ain't no in me lyin'
My whole filled with danger

Never been a stranger to
My neighborhood's of gangstas and drive-bys
And niggas for position
The demon has risen from out of

Now I'm losin' my
That's how I'm feeling when I'm with you
'Cause I fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you
So fuck you

I'd touch you
(Terror Squad, Facemob)
'Stead I'd rather at you
(Cash Millionaires, come on)

I'd rather you
(My tech, my mack)
I'd rather bust at you
(Lick my uzi like that)

I'd rather you
(My tech, my mack)
'Stead I'd bust at you
(Lick my uzi straight that)

to my homeboy Pac
Love daddy, in the house
Fat Joe and it stop
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