Luyện nghe bài hát 27 Shots

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

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

Fat stomachs, and eye glare, what the fuck do I care?
Niggaz with they ass out, groupies in cheap motels tryin' to
And out, motherfuckers ain't networkin', strippers checkin' in
Motherfuckers on motorcycles, pickup trucks license plates on 'em

Bringin' mad shit down South, big after parties
I'ma turn my phone off, I don't wanna hands, meet no-fuckin'-body
Arrogant bastard, no commercial shit, your neck
Suck my dick in the world, the critics, everything I make is a hit

Fuck you motherfuckers tryin' to make
Some old Carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard
Hip-Hop shit, that's some old Broadway shit
I don't listen to that cartoon shit
Tell your A&R and his to get out my fuckin' life

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

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

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

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

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

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