Luyện nghe bài hát Do Dat

Are you a gun nigga?
(Buh-buh-buh-buh)
Are you a bitch nigga?
(Whu-whu-whu-whu)
You got ice and ya chain and ya wit your rolly on
Not just any rolly but you bought the most one
Hey take ya car to ya class E
Big body be for CD on ya DVD
For ya T.V in ya head
In ya back
Y'all think I'm

Runnin' round talking 'bout the shit you talking 'bout
How you the drug sewed up and locked down
John Gotti got life and I'm he never told nobody
Boy put on an album so the fuckin' feds could buy it

You should be shouting out bodies you buried
Nine millimeters in tex and Dem
Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you in the club
You got so guns
Tell me why you rapping stead of getting
I got two more for you
This ain't just to an person
These questions for all of ya

I can write a song out ice, bitches, and cars
Can you mutha do dat
(Do dat)
I can blaze a track out bustin' a gat at a cat
Can you mutha do dat
(Do dat)

Yoouu gonna have to up all yo shit in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to dis
And they start to finding out what what really is

Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo in a little bit
When the radios in the get to pumpin' dis
And they to finding out what what rappin' really is

Now that you know the song about
probably cussin' me out
You gonna to it anyhow
talk about somebody Eskimo
Rentin' they from Jacob
And don't let me
You got a piece
But your chain is plain gone
After the video it gotta go back to the
crazy

Talkin' 'bout shit you don't own
Oughta be ashamed of
Yo don't call that frontin' holmes?
You jigga, nigga
Nor can you spin puff
And got a cash money
So your big Willy talk for?
I get so man
Your got me leapin'
you start rhyming and yawn
I get

Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo in a little bit
the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to finding out what what rappin' is

I can a song with out ice, bitches, and cars
Can you fuckas do dat
(Do dat)
I can blaze a track out bustin' a gat at a cat
Can you fuckas do dat
(Do dat)

It's a sad
Record buggin' out
they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about

Yeah that's
And you about it baby
Only thing that in yo rhyme
Was ya day

Oh shit is hot
Put that on the
You heard it my man
Kick shit
Loud and
Nigga swear he be throwin'
Arthur lose his voice every time he his mouth
I oughta up a signs and boycott they ass right
No more muthafuckin' a likes
Sounded

(Mobb deep!)
like
(Jay-Z!)
Sounded
(B.I.B.!)
And we don't no more please

Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a bit
When the radios in the club get to dis
And they start to finding out what rappin' really is

gonna have to change up all yo shit
(Yo shit)
Yo shit, yo
(Yo shit, yo shit)