Luyện nghe bài hát # 1

[Intro: Joe
Let me just this statement
Loud and clear - here
Some got problems wit me
Over - I ain't care
people see me creep
They mack all type - alright
You know I my drink
I'm clipped inside - aight (Just Blaze!)

Joe Budden]
Yes y'all it's the one and (what else?)
And I came to fun, here homie (what else?)
And I wit a ton of money (but!)
get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
This wit her man frontin on me
holla at her when she done wit homie
Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of freaks
One named Tasha, one Monique
One's out, keep her make-up tight
She got her good heels on wit her ice
And ma love to club, so she stay up
And she give me brains the way I like!
One's real ghetto, give a reason
She knows I'm not her man, she riff bout cheating
Joey go to her crib on weekends
Real real late the kids are sleeping
the season, no more BS music
Watch and learn, see us do
here's new shit
Playboy I exclusives to make dudes see less units (c'mon!)

[Chorus: Busta
Can't stop stop
it to the rhythm
Cause we - ah get
Cause we - ah get
we - ah get down
Joe Budden, Bus
we - ah get down
And we that
There's some hoes in house
some hoes in this house
Light 'dro in tha house
Smoke 'dro in tha house
Bring that doe in this
Bring that doe in house
Where dem hoes in house?
Where dem hoes in this
Where my at?

[Verse: Rhymes]
Guess coming?
It be the God of the
It be the God of the
It be the God of the
You'll be black and up your shit
And probably swell up nose
Lotta love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes
Let me prazzle head, do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the
back it up money before they crack through the dome
I got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo
HOLD UP!! ... see I ain't finished wit
I diminish let me handle my business wit y'all
Watching you niggas, you shook! all you all nervous
infront the club, parked crooked on purpose
Now ladies my Mercedes
Probably six in the back and three if ya fat
Probably hold in the back if they sit on the lap
I gotta go and move to the party to see where at

Joe Budden]
Let me just this statement
Loud and clear - here
Some dude's got wit me
Over there - I ain't
Some see me creep
mack all type - that's alright
You know I slurp my
I'm inside - kids aight

[Verse: Joe
Yes yes y'all who believe me?
be fooled it ain't this easy
All y'all so 'n so's shamed, that
You wonder why people don't go and spend change on a weekly
(But) Who's fly in I in fact
By myself, no one the attack
And Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that
Cause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em
Now one hot storm, fly and rap
If the rest of you provide is
I see dying fast
I'm glad producers charge so high for tracks (tell em why though)
Now they do it all, you applying the rap
now, it's not the economy's down
Now rap dudes suck they own pee
The wacker the the bigger the ego
Fans suffering, gasping!
And it's embarassing! Off I'm the aspirin
I'm hungry, I'm still fasting
Y'all fade out, I'm getting it cracking

Whoo! [repeat to