Luyện nghe bài hát # 1

[Intro: Joe
Let me just this statement
Loud and - Jersey's here
Some got problems wit me
there - I ain't care
Some see me creep
They mack all type - that's
You I slurp 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 have fun, homie (what else?)
And I came wit a ton of (but!)
get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
This chick's wit her man on me
I'll holla at her she done wit homie
Cause, Off I got a ton of grown freaks
One Tasha, one named Monique
diva'd out, keep her make-up tight
She got her good heels on wit her ice
And ma to club, so she stay up nice
And she give me brains the way I like!
real ghetto, don't give a reason
She I'm not her man, she don't riff bout cheating
only go to her crib on weekends
Real real late when the kids are
the season, no more BS music
Watch and learn, see us do
Geeks here's new
Playboy I keep to make dudes see less units (c'mon!)

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

Busta 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 blue up your
And probably up your nose
bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes
Let me prazzle head, do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a stack of money and get a stack of the 'dro
back it up money before they crack through the dome
I got a pack of niggas that leave a crack in yo skull
HOLD UP!! ... see I finished wit y'all
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
hold more in the back if they sit on the lap
I gotta go and move to the party to see it's at

[Bridge: Joe
Let me make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's
Some got problems wit me
Over there - I ain't
Some see me creep
They mack all type - that's
You I slurp my drink
I'm inside - kids aight

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

Whoo! [repeat to