Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin' No Discussin'

Yo Twist!
Shit, niggaz out here been talkin real man
Shit... it's time to niggaz what's really hood

[Chorus:
Bussin never
People are niggaz is gunnin
are runnin because it was stunnin
Hearin the ambulance it be comin in

Roll in the Chevy Malibu I they dig that
In the compartment is where I hid that
Try to wherever I see the pigs at
Forty-fo' and black when I push your shit back
I'm out of town I go wherever the hood at
Because I know I can get somethin that's good at
The dopefiends is gon' show me where the at
Ain't got no then where the backwood at
Come walkin up and get a in your face hoe
If you want an you better say so
Otherwise everybody gon' to stay low
Cause I'm about to this motherfucker a halo~!

Bodies droppin poppin we bustin our tecs
People scatterin around like it was a threat
Got plenty ammunition, show me where ones at
So much they askin me where Saddam at
Bush I alarm 'em bomb 'em let fire open out
Go forth catch him open choke him and try to him out
Shit is serious I'ma you what this dough about
That's what you motherfuckers get for havin an mouth

I'm killin new arrivals time I shoot a rifle
Leave you suicidal everything I do is vital
Displayin mo' evil than the preacher that the bible
Win a Bentley don't think it's 'til I show you the title
In the car up trees, call me a lumberjack
You say you a baller then nigga the hundreds at?
Get me in the club, it won't be of that
A 22 on my body like I'm a Dallas Cowboys running

[Hook:
one in yo' leg if you RUN UP
Catch one in yo' if you RUN UP
one in yo' head if you RUN UP
You can end up if you RUN UP
cop me a Benz when I COME UP
I'ma cop me a when I COME UP
I'ma shit on the phonies I COME UP
I'ma hit all the when I..

I lay you niggaz out tomorrow's outfit
You gettin me pissed, you niggaz about shit
Before you get me started I suggest you bounce
I got AR-15's to up in yo' house with
To tell yo' woman she good in them killer jeans
Think it's I wanna cut her like a guillotine
Need to get at her but right now it's still a
I'd like the thong, but right now for the microphone I'm still a

I'm on the block servin up rock like Johnny
With killer we didn't really care if you like us
Vicious, so cold, that I be laryngitis
Still shit that's hotter than any temperature on is
Gotta read just to say you felt me bust
Better be yo' thinkin you can belt me up
All up in my talkin 'bout you gon' tell me WHAT
I ain't gon' be the one needin my to help me up

Now come in with that let me take a hit of the blig
This nigga right here wanna get rid of my nigz
He don't want it cause we got the thing-a-ma-jigs
And I a nigga quit rappin and go get him a gig
I'm buck when I'm on a mission you watch how I do
You got what I want so I'm creepin I got a rival
I'm thirsty as FUCK~! and money is the bottle
you hard to follow but I'm on you like Polamalu

With the shotty I'ma bring drama to you leagues
Make that mighty dollar if I transport a ki
Call me Ali Baba I'm runnin with 40 thieves
30-somethin and I be hotter than all the be
32 shot automatic, I call it magic
Two clips, 34 shots, bearers and a casket
A couple of glocks, to kill off any of static
Didn't have the calico but you broke cause you I had it