Luyện nghe bài hát Bust at You

Excuse me, while I to you
I'm bein' real and the thing to do
I'm just and lovin'
and fuckin'

Out here on the
(Alchemist beat is stupid dope fresh)
If I can't get no love then I can you
(Shit is fly, back ya heard me)

I'd rather you
(We ridin' on niggas, come on)
'Stead I'd bust at you
(Yeah, Squad)

I'd touch you
(It's down my niggas)
(Stunna, Face, Joe the Don)
'Stead I'd rather at you

You must be crazy
I been doin' shit since the eighties
Run up in yo crib, ya baby, baby-baby
It's the kid still the crown

Now that they give it I'm holdin' a
And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be like them niggas do dirt
to find out they ain't put in no work
And now my feelin's is

'Cause they decided that they wanted to
But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin'
You can see the pain in my

Got no problem the hate
got me fightin' a case
And if I blow will I a fifteen
And probably do it all in the pen

But yo I'm livin' it
Death before dishonor for my niggas ride
A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya
before dishonor for my niggas that ride

A thousand if ya sellin' ya pride
You motherfuckers to know that

I'd rather you
I'd rather bust at you
I'd rather you
'Stead I'd rather at you

Hey Joe, we ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
I'm a guerrilla on the but it's time for the fun time
Out of line, I with my tech nine
Choose ya loose, I ya the blues

Ol' pussy ass nigga his pussy ass crews
It's the murder man mack, I stash in the
I my bricks from these dro back stacks
It's the Birdman baby, come and holla at me

Duck ass niggas, we deal 'em later
First you, go to the and you ball like a dog
And we the car, then holla at ya boy
Tell them pussy ass niggas, bread with the boy

Joe, breakin' bread with the boy
Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
Win or lose I for my boy
It's the B-M gangsta, the Click
We mash on bustas and we these bricks nigga

I'd rather you
'Stead I'd rather at you
I'd rather you
'Stead I'd rather at you

Niggas me money talk
But bullshit is walkin' out on four
That's why I'm on ya whole street
I'll be a nigga till it's and done

I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die ya never run
I keep my forty cal cocked 'cause these niggas on my block
Right up the from where the cops hang
And in my head I Pac sang

And then them rushin' memories make me cry till I can't man
Tell my mama I'm a killer if I to die
That's how I lived, ain't no sense in me
My life's filled with danger

Never been a to homicide
My full of gangstas and drive-bys
And fightin' for position
The demon has risen from out of

Now I'm losin' my
That's how I'm feeling when I'm with you
'Cause I don't fuck you, now I'm bustin' at you
So you dude

I'd touch you
(Terror Squad, Facemob)
I'd rather bust at you
(Cash Money Millionaires, on)

I'd touch you
(My tech, my mack)
I'd rather bust at you
(Lick my uzi like that)

I'd rather you
(My tech, my mack)
I'd rather bust at you
(Lick my uzi straight that)

to my homeboy Pac
Love daddy, Facemob in the
Fat Joe and it stop
on