Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

Excuse me, while I to you
I'm bein' real and the thing to do
I'm just livin' and
and fuckin'

Out on the grind
(Alchemist beat is stupid dope fresh)
If I can't get no love I can touch you
(Shit is fly, back ya heard me)

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

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

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

Now that they give it I'm a pound
And I'm lookin' for some who be actin' like them niggas do dirt
Come to find out they ain't put in no
And now my feelin's is

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

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

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

A thousand if ya sellin' ya pride
You motherfuckers need to that

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

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

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

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 them pussy ass niggas, bread with the boy

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

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

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

I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die 'cause ya run
I keep my forty cal cocked 'cause niggas on my block bang
Right up the street from where the hang
And in my head I hear Pac

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

Never been a stranger to
My full of gangstas and drive-bys
And niggas for position
The demon has from out of prison

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

I'd rather you
(Terror Squad, Facemob)
'Stead I'd rather at you
(Cash Money Millionaires, 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 like that)

Dedicated to my Pac
daddy, Facemob in the house
Fat Joe and it stop
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