Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

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

Out here on the
(Alchemist this beat is dope fresh)
If I can't get no love then I can you
(Shit is fly, throw ya heard me)

I'd touch 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 rather at you

You motherfuckers be crazy
I been doin' this shit since the
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby,
the kid still holdin' the crown

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

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

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

But yo I'm with it
Death before dishonor for my that ride
A thousand if ya sellin' ya pride
Death dishonor 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' ball like dogs but 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 ya the blues

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

ass niggas, we deal 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, break bread the boy

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

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

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

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

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

Never been a to homicide
My neighborhood's full of and drive-bys
And niggas fightin' for
The has risen from out of prison

Now I'm losin' my
how I'm feeling when I'm fuckin' with you
'Cause I don't fuck you, now I'm bustin' at you
So you dude

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

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

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

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