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 out to the Soul Train Awards
With them pop ass headsets your ears like Britney Spears

That's some old 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, the impact eventually
'Cause there's a lot of corny niggaz performin' out

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

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

you applehead motherfuckers tryin' to make
Some old Carribean mixed with that Trinity shit
Hip-Hop shit, that's some old Broadway musical
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, to my shit 'cause yo cassette single is gay
Writin' that bullshit, I hear on the radio by these homo niggaz
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 fuck with it, girls still messin' with you
Your shit is wack, any bitch in they right
Shouldn't have sex with you, rusty nigga that don't use
I fuck around and piss all your leather, faggot ass trenchcoat

ever act hardcore, you's a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga
You never even in a fuckin' street fight
Look at your old photo pictures, you's a bunch of hype
Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the fuckin' mic, untalented
Like you some wild ass, inner city kid from the projects, next?

27 shots, 27 shots, 27

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

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

27 shots, 27 shots, 27