Luyện nghe bài hát # 1

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

[Verse: Joe
Yes y'all it's the one and (what else?)
And I came to have fun, homie (what else?)
And I wit a ton of money (but!)
Don't get it the gun is on me (now)
This wit her man frontin 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
One's diva'd out, keep her make-up
She got her heels on wit her Jacob ice
And ma love to club, so she up nice
And she me brains just the way I like!
One's real ghetto, give a reason
She knows I'm not her man, she riff bout cheating
Joey only go to her crib on
Real real late when the kids are
'Tis the season, no BS music
Watch and learn, see us do
here's new shit
Playboy I keep exclusives to dudes see less units (c'mon!)

[Chorus: Busta
stop won't stop
Rock it to the
Cause we - ah get
we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get
Joe Budden, Bus
we - ah get down
And we seeing
some hoes in this house
There's some hoes in this
Light 'dro in tha house
that 'dro in tha house
Bring that doe in this
that doe in this house
Where dem in this house?
Where dem hoes in house?
Where my 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 probably swell up your
Lotta bitches love I spit so let me dazzle you hoes
Let me prazzle head, do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a of that money and get a stack of the 'dro
Better back it up money before they crack through the
I got a of them niggas that leave a crack in yo skull
UP!! ... see I ain't finished wit y'all
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 my Mercedes Maybach
Probably hold six in the 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 make this
Loud and clear - Jersey's
Some dude's got wit me
Over - I ain't care
Some people see me
mack all type - that's alright
You know I my drink
I'm inside - kids aight

Joe Budden]
Yes yes y'all who believe me?
Don't be fooled it ain't this
All so 'n so's shamed, that cheesy
You wonder why people go and spend they change on a weekly
(But) fly in rap? I in fact
By myself, no one the attack
And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't that
Cause 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 dying
I'm glad producers charge so for they tracks (tell em why though)
Now do it all, you just applying the rap
Honestly now, it's not the 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 still hungry, I'm fasting
Y'all fade out, I'm just getting it

Whoo! to fade]