Luyện nghe bài hát There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix

C'mon, yeah, villain
I got this right here
Take this side right
do this
Busta Bus
C'mon stayin'

Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw
If you ain't with it crotch 'til it break your jaw
For to knock us
Tryin' to kill or stop us, our propers
Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'
While runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake
Formulate, now at the plot, we got
More and more shit that's hot, show to the spot
Clock or knot, nigga the pot
Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every
Witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a

You can be my lady, you could even be my lollipop
The road dawg baby comin' the mad trucker
Lot of jealous niggaz lookin' than Chris Tucker
God bless, oh yes, I stay
of finesse, my Congress show progress
Stylish, hit you with the to digest
In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's
Your Highness, corny niggaz spineless
Attack it with the classic rhyme flow

Not a my squad can't fix
we can do it, in the mix
So when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a ass
'Cause you know we don't fuck
you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground
Ground ground, ground
When you niggaz shit, lay ya six feet under the ground
Ground ground, ground

is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side
It's party time and forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine
The villain I'm peelin' a million
Ridin' dirty and like thirty-thirty, ''til a nigga end
that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win
Cheddar if you ain't it then I think you better
Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it
My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, Raw

Y'all don't know shit about or what I'm in it for
Cash, cars, fly and tours
Fillin' my pipe, no messes and no limits
Them one scrimpin', has the tent froze frigid
Fraud as a gimmick, lickin' chasin' chickens
I mash for the cash the click and
Rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and trippin'

While y'all niggaz hoppin' and skippin' I stick the in, yo
Accelerate on the gas, fast
Blast, find a foot in your ass
niggaz, just peep the whole contrast
Flipmode is the Squad, a flash
Bust your shit up, the fuck, nigga get up
Violate, nigga get they whole lit up
Break fool, niggaz know the rules, rob
Champagne bath, throw the Moet in the

Nigga caught a strain on the brain
Ridin' on the train, whip a Benz in the rain
Over click on the rise so realize we be
Dem niggaz that up all you funny little small fries
The franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Guys
Yo I'm tired of niggaz they of True Lies
No time, we got the surprise
Need a new beginnin', to get a baptize
Ha ha, you need to get a baptize, word is bond,

Not a problem my squad fix
we can do it, in the mix
So when you niggaz trash, you can get a bust ass
'Cause you know we don't fuck
When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the
Ground ground, ground
you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground
Ground ground, ground

Ground, ground, gr-gr-ground
Just party to the shit like c'mon
bounce to the motherfuckin beat c'mon
You niggaz don't know my brand new song
Aiyyo, hear me out
Yo, and feel my shit
bounce what the fuck?