Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody on The Line Outside

-busta rhymes
word bond
Flipmode coming word
here word bond
Feel no fear bond
Uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh
hot shit
Hitting you off baby you do it like yo
Crazy maybey a nigga shadey
Admire the nigga and let me shine
Shine my 380 yo it's all gravy
Never play me, follow orders you better me
and dance all in the discos
Crib show with alot of bitches from to frisco
Yah-yay my nigga or yai yo
Met a chick I think her name is santiago
The way she blow I never been blowed
Beyond a level where I could'nt it no more
Put it on shorty then I through the backdoor
She said hold on come here blaze it on the floor
Now I finish that
Nigga give me my
Staking whole lot of get me before I finish my rap
your shit don't stink
Drunk crossed nigga
Walk crooked still your drink
Jam on!

-busta rhymes
Everybody's on the line
Make you good make you come for the ride
Going do it to my people till satisfied
Cant do it like no matter how much you try
I know you want to out come inside
>from the to the right lets coincide
All night flipmode open wide
Wave your up in the air until your hands get tired

verse-
Now I'm on
The going down at the club mirage
Rampage I'm large
Coming in the with my flipmode squad
Vip flex on the blast
Honey's in the yo I got to think fast
Play my right if I want some ass
If I to spend some cash, moet all night
Dont look at me man your pokets ain't tight
I got a rolly that'll shine all
This is that jam that make you ballers want to
And all you ladies just wild for the night
Put your bottles in the air from your left to your
Its you can call me legendary
I drink alize with a cranberry
I my throat
Got the flyest mink
I told you yo I'm going for broke

-repeat

-lord have verse-
the club
Locate the
with the squeeze ass
Double g fatigue shafts
Out league math
Jeeps crash dent like bean
New york rub squishy touch and theme tags
Not a to loose
Man let me at you
Never head with fool
was cruel to flock on the moon
La la bye messaging your
Travel at high
No id
God on the
Pardon me
Nationwide thick base
The gritty groove, fifty-two
And levitate side
Who it?
back weak running like athletes
Get on it
Huh the streets with no warning
Andale andale my people move for the
Jack cheese streets now put the john away
Put the john away, put the john

-repeat 2x-

-busta
Yeah raw deluxe hot shit
1998 1999 2000
Say lord have mercy
Say what the last nigga
Say what busta the lyrical
Say what say say what