Luyện nghe bài hát Light Shit Up

Yeah, true story know I'm sayin'
We got the Duck Down family keepin' it motherfuckin'
(What, what, what)
(This is what you get when you get shit)
(This is what you get you, smokin' it)
(This is what you get you, tokin' it)
(What, what, Buckshot nigga Kurupt)
(Deuce is motherfucka)

Raise the up, you hear the truth from Buck
Fuck chuck, my nigga to the end is
Bee bee eyed does it all, I make your gun jam
Wid shells from my gun, feels like a body

Goddamn, elemental get exposed
Flows from blow slow ya sit back and crash the Mo'
And If I bash the hoe, I'ma back slap her throat

What, raise the roof up, fuck chuck, and Buck
Wid Gail luck lightin' up, Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo
Incognito, spittin' like motherfuckin'
Tornadoes, compose, equivalent to collisions

Or contusions, incisions, illusions,
The bomb pop bomb rocks serve all
Or you get all drop where ya pistol punk?
Dump, get slumped, slapped and wrapped pack ram

Shot blazed burned to a crisp, then stripped ah all ya shit
Bust it's penetrated detonated and invaded then I'm out
No doubt nigga, I'm fuckin' out nigga a drought nigga
like that Buck and Kurupt

Fuckin' wid the and Kurupt
Ya might get kurupted get bucked
That's whats up, nigga what we about to shit up
Nigga what, we about to light up

You bitch you motherfuckin' hoe ass
You ass wanna be somethin' ass busta ass
Quick as I can get my on my Mausberg
Sure, wid a half ah bird

G'd up, D P G C'd up, O G C'd up original gun
No captains, no officials, nuthin' but and pistols
Don't just pop, let it go nigga pop the pistol
Launch the missile, let is whistle, let it nigga
Let these niggas nigga

'em up, gotta let 'em know
We about to tear up
It's two the deuce is wild

As the clouded smoke, fill up the air Buck wid the red eye
I stare, hell motherfuckin' yeah almost got blinded by a glare
Hollow tips made the metal flare you better
Or get hit in ya for, wastin' time

Aggravate ya body when it twist and metal to the bone
ya bone travel up ya spine up to ya dome
Follow me home, on a mission we bone
Sick niggas wear ski duck when we blast

Old school shit smoke
Fill up the glass and the splash
On my hand then I the ash, on the concrete
Take it to the swap meet, cock

top two seat
You can keep the while I creep
Kurupt the King you on the floor
One two nigga

I'm gettin' dusted, in the of a six hundred
Like, it, life's a bitch and I love it
All I is my cash and my bundles
Rock me a show in New at the tunnel

In respect, Gotham motherfucka
You 'bout money, do you got some motherfucka?
Hit the form then rock, in flocks
Watch in the cut Buckshot and

Fuckin' wid the and Kurupt
Ya might get then get bucked
That's whats up, nigga what we to tear shit up
Nigga what, we about to shit up

the wrong side of the block
Face the right of the glock
shit don't stop
Nigga what, we to light shit up
what, we about to tear shit up

Tear shit up nigga what we about to light nigga what
(Buckshot, 'em down)
Tear shit up, we about to light shit up Young
(Valentino, Kurupt, Buckshot)
The bee bee eyed nigga you got?
You fake ass motherfuckas ah I'm sayin'
Broke niggas, the bee bee eyed and Kurupt
One thing about us and you what we got in common is, mm
We two CEOs wid motherfuckin' leaky
Makin' plenty dough, slow ya motherfuckin'