Luyện nghe bài hát 27 Shots

They try to say is plastic
I New York got the most plastic niggaz too
Fuck all you niggaz comin' out to the Soul Train
With them pop ass headsets your ears like Britney Spears

some old Bobby Brown and New Edition shit
That's some old real Michael Jackson shit, I'm with Crazy Vic
Let me hear you tryin' to copy my shit, fuck the impact
'Cause there's a lot of corny niggaz performin' out

Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare, what the do I care?
Niggaz with they ass out, groupies in motels tryin' to fuck
And crash out, motherfuckers networkin', strippers checkin' in
Motherfuckers on motorcycles, trucks with license plates on 'em

Bringin' mad shit from down South, big parties
I'ma turn my phone off, I wanna shake hands, meet no-fuckin'-body
Arrogant bastard, no commercial shit, break neck
Suck my in the world, fuck the critics, everything I make is a hit

Fuck you applehead tryin' to make
Some old mixed with that Trinity keyboard shit
shit, that's some old Broadway musical shit
I don't even to that cartoon shit
Tell A&R and his wife to get out my fuckin' life

27 shots, 27 shots, 27

Shut up, listen to my shit 'cause yo single is gay
that bullshit, I hear on the radio by these homo niggaz everyday
Butter soft, sissy shit, I got the real tell it like it is pissy
Yo shit is some ass gorilla code shit, white suits, mansion yachts
Scared ass nigga doin' videos, buyin' models on boat shit

I tell you straight G, I fuck with it, girls still messin' with you
shit is wack, any bitch in they right mind
Shouldn't sex with you, rusty nigga that don't use soap
I fuck and piss all over your leather, faggot ass trenchcoat

Don't ever act hardcore, a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga
You never even in a fuckin' street fight
Look at your old photo album pictures, you's a of hype
Kiss my ass, nobody up the fuckin' mic, untalented bitch
Like you some ass, inner city kid from the projects, who's next?

27 shots, 27 shots, 27

Then I disrespect all production out there
bullshit niggaz programmin', fuck Johnny Hammond, Sonny Stitch
That shit ain't gettin' you rich, just a crowd, low bitches
A bunch of dicks, I'd rather see some ass
A nice with a fat ass

And all you actin' like you Jamaican
American to the core, copyin' that shit on
niggaz be against speakers with your ears sore, stank ass boots
With no socks on, up the dancefloor, since when you ate codfish
And meat patties? I got cousins with Jheri curls in

27 shots, 27 shots, 27