Luyện nghe bài hát # 1

[Intro: Joe
Let me just make statement
and clear - Jersey's here
Some got problems wit me
Over there - I care
people see me creep
They mack all - that's alright
You I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside - aight (Just Blaze!)

Joe Budden]
Yes y'all the one and only (what else?)
And I came to have fun, here (what else?)
And I came wit a ton of (but!)
Don't get it the gun is on me (now)
This chick's wit her man on me
I'll at her when she done wit homie
Cause, Off I got a ton of grown freaks
One Tasha, one named Monique
One's diva'd out, keep her tight
She got her heels on wit her Jacob ice
And ma love to club, so she 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 are sleeping
'Tis the season, no BS music
Watch and learn, see us do
Geeks here's new
Playboy I exclusives 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
we - ah get down
And we seeing
There's some hoes in house
There's some hoes in house
Light 'dro in tha house
that 'dro in tha house
Bring that doe in house
Bring that doe in house
Where dem hoes in this
Where dem hoes in house?
my niggas at?

[Verse: Busta
who's 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 swell up your nose
Lotta bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you
Let me prazzle your head, do and wit Joe
And get a stack of money and get a stack of the 'dro
Better back it up money they crack through the dome
I got a pack of them niggas that leave a in yo skull
HOLD UP!! ... see I ain't finished wit
Before I diminish let me my business wit y'all
you niggas, you shook! all you looking all nervous
Maybach infront the club, parked on purpose
Now ladies my Maybach
hold 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 to see where it's at

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

Joe Budden]
Yes yes y'all who ain't me?
Don't be fooled it ain't easy
All so 'n so's shamed, that cheesy
You wonder why people don't go and they 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 sell em to the stores buy 'em back
Now one hot storm, fly and rap
If the rest of you is wack
I see dying fast
I'm glad producers charge so high for they (tell em why though)
Now they do it all, you just the rap
Honestly now, it's not the economy's
Now rap dudes suck own pee hole
The the music the bigger the ego
left suffering, gasping!
And it's embarassing! Jump Off I'm the
I'm hungry, I'm still fasting
fade out, I'm just getting it cracking

Whoo! to fade]