Luyện nghe bài hát # 1

Joe Budden]
Let me just make statement
Loud and clear - 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 my drink
I'm clipped - kids aight (Just Blaze!)

Joe Budden]
Yes y'all the one and only (what else?)
And I to have fun, here 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 at her when she done wit homie
Cause, Off I got a ton of grown freaks
One named Tasha, one Monique
diva'd 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 just the way I like!
One's real ghetto, don't give a
She knows I'm not her man, she riff bout cheating
Joey go to her crib on weekends
real late when the kids are sleeping
'Tis the season, no BS music
and learn, see us do this
Geeks here's new
Playboy I keep exclusives to make dudes see units (c'mon!)

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

[Verse: Rhymes]
Guess who's
It be the God of the
It be the God of the
It be the God of the
You'll be and blue up your shit
And probably swell up your
Lotta bitches love I spit so let me dazzle you hoes
Let me your head, do and skidattle 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 leave a crack in yo skull
HOLD UP!! ... see I ain't finished wit
Before I let me handle my business 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 more in the if they sit on the lap
I gotta go and move to the party to see where at

[Bridge: Joe
Let me just make this
and clear - Jersey's here
Some got problems wit me
Over there - I ain't
Some see me creep
They all type - that's alright
You know I my drink
I'm clipped inside - aight

[Verse: Joe
Yes yes y'all who believe me?
Don't be fooled it ain't this
All y'all so 'n so's shamed, that
You wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a
(But) Who's fly in I in fact
By myself, no one the attack
And fuck Scan, I ain't BUYING that
Cause y'all em to the stores then 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 so high for they tracks (tell em why though)
Now they do it all, you just the rap
now, it's not the economy's down
Now rap dudes they own pee hole
The wacker the the bigger the ego
Fans suffering, gasping!
And it's embarassing! Jump Off I'm the
I'm still hungry, I'm still
Y'all fade out, I'm just getting it

Whoo! [repeat to