Luyện nghe bài hát 27 Shots

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

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

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

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

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

27 shots, 27 shots, 27

Shut up, listen to my shit 'cause yo cassette is gay
Writin' 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' on some boat shit

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

Don't ever act hardcore, a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga
You never even been in a fuckin' fight
Look at old photo album pictures, you's a bunch of hype
Kiss my ass, picked up the fuckin' mic, untalented bitch
Like you some wild ass, city kid from the projects, who's next?

27 shots, 27 shots, 27

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

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

27 shots, 27 shots, 27