Luyện nghe bài hát Light Shit Up

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

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

Goddamn, styles get exposed
Flows blow slow ya roll sit back and crash the Mo'
And If I gotta bash the hoe, I'ma back slap her

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

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

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

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

You you motherfuckin' hoe ass nigga
You nuthin' ass be somethin' ass busta ass
Quick as I can get my hands on my
Sure, rollin' wid a half ah

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

Tear 'em up, let 'em know
We to tear shit up
two shots the deuce is wild

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

Aggravate ya when it twist and grind metal to the bone
Crack ya bone travel up ya up to ya dome
me home, on a mission where we bone
Sick niggas wear ski masks duck when we

Old school smoke grass
up the glass and the shit splash
On my then I flick the ash, on the concrete
Take it to the meet, cock heat

Drop top two
You can keep the jeep I creep
Kurupt the King pinned you on the
One two nigga

I'm dusted, in the back of a six hundred
Like, fuck it, 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 rock, bitches in flocks
Watch in the cut and Kurupt

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

Walk the wrong side of the
the right side of the glock
Nigga shit stop
Nigga what, we about to light up
Nigga what, we about to shit up

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