Luyện nghe bài hát Do Dat

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

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

You should be shouting out them bodies you
millimeters in tex and Dem AK47's
Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you suck in the
You got so many
Tell me why you rapping stead of robbed
I got two more for you
This ain't to an individual person
questions here for all of ya

I can a song with 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
the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they to finding out what what rappin' really is

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

Now that you know the song about
Y'all cussin' me out
You gonna to it anyhow
Lets talk somebody Eskimo
Rentin' they jewelry from
And don't let me
You got a platinum
But chain is plain right gone
After the video it gotta go back to the
That's

'bout some shit you don't own
Oughta be ashamed of
Yo don't they call that holmes?
You ain't jigga,
Nor can you like puff
And got a cash deal
So what's your big Willy talk
I get so man
track got me leapin'
Then you start 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 write a with out ice, bitches, and cars
Can you mutha do dat
(Do dat)
I can blaze a track with out a gat at a cat
Can you fuckas do dat
(Do dat)

a sad situation
Record buggin' out
'Cuz they star artist ran out of shit to talk about

Yeah that's
And you think it baby
thing that changed in yo rhyme
Was ya day

Oh that is hot
Put that on the
You it with my man
Kick that
Loud and
Nigga swear he be down
Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his
I oughta hold up a signs and they ass right
No more sound a likes
Sounded

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

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 rappin' really is

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