Luyện nghe bài hát # 1

[Intro: Joe
Let me just make statement
and clear - Jersey's here
Some dude's got wit me
Over - I ain't care
Some people see me
They mack all - that's alright
You know I slurp my
I'm clipped inside - aight (Just Blaze!)

Joe Budden]
Yes it's the one and only (what else?)
And I came to have fun, here (what else?)
And I came wit a ton of (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 grown
One Tasha, one named 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 up nice
And she me brains just the way I like!
real ghetto, don't give a reason
She knows I'm not her man, she don't bout cheating
Joey only go to her on weekends
real late when the kids are sleeping
'Tis the season, no BS music
Watch and learn, see us do
Geeks new shit
Playboy I keep to make dudes see less units (c'mon!)

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

[Verse: Busta
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 swell up your
bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes
Let me prazzle your head, do and wit Joe
And get a stack of that money and get a of the 'dro
Better back it up money before crack through the dome
I got a of them niggas that leave a crack in yo skull
HOLD UP!! ... see I finished wit y'all
Before I diminish let me handle my wit y'all
you niggas, you shook! all you looking all nervous
Maybach infront the club, parked on purpose
Now ladies my Mercedes
Probably hold six in the back and if ya fat
Probably hold in the back if they sit on the lap
I gotta go and move to the to see where it's at

[Bridge: Joe
Let me just this statement
Loud and clear - here
dude's got problems wit me
Over there - I ain't
people see me creep
They mack all type - that's
You know I slurp my
I'm clipped inside - aight

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

Whoo! to fade]