Luyện nghe bài hát 27 Shots

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

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

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

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

Fuck you applehead motherfuckers to make
Some old Carribean mixed with that Trinity shit
Hip-Hop shit, that's some old Broadway shit
I don't even listen to 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 shit
Yo shit is some fake ass gorilla code shit, white suits, yachts
Scared ass nigga doin' videos, buyin' models on some shit

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

Don't ever act hardcore, you's a suburban nigga, you get serviced
You even been in a fuckin' street fight
Look at your old photo album pictures, you's a bunch of
my ass, nobody picked 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 really all production out there
That bullshit 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 nice with a fat ass

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

27 shots, 27 shots, 27