Luyện nghe bài hát 27 Shots

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

some old Bobby Brown and New Edition shit
That's some old real 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 niggaz out there

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

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

Fuck you applehead motherfuckers to make
Some old Carribean mixed with Trinity keyboard shit
Hip-Hop shit, that's old Broadway musical shit
I don't listen 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 cassette is gay
Writin' that bullshit, I hear on the radio by homo niggaz everyday
Butter soft, sissy shit, I got the real tell it like it is shit
Yo is some fake ass gorilla code shit, white suits, mansion yachts
ass nigga doin' videos, buyin' models on some boat shit

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

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

27 shots, 27 shots, 27

Then I disrespect all production out there
That niggaz programmin', fuck Johnny Hammond, Sonny Stitch
That shit ain't gettin' you rich, just a 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' that on tour
Y'all be against speakers with your ears sore, stank ass boots
With no socks on, fuckin' up the dancefloor, when you ate codfish
And meat patties? I got cousins with Jheri in Caddies

27 shots, 27 shots, 27