Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nuttin but Music

It's shit like this I kick to these white kids
Who just might see how fucked up this life is
Oops, I did it again, didn't I? My shit's
To figure out than what tit size is

Ooh, I probably pissed you off again, I bitch?
So what? Christina Gaguilera my grits
You know how shit's I get if I wish I did
So, I can quit givin' these twisted little ideas

This just in, Britney just dissed
She just fucked Ben, got tit and dick sucked him
If Afflec can get his ass licked, how I can't
Goddamn bitch, I'm rich, I understand this

Are those pictures made of us together on the Internet?
As close as I'm gonna get to hittin' it from the back
And when it comes to that I hit harder from the back
Than Everlast when pluggin' Lethal in his fuckin' ass

Just me one more chance, Britney hit me one more time
Let me what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more line
To sniff, you know what time it is
Fuck your jewelery, my record's diamond, beotch

goin' on in the world today?
People fightin', feudin', lootin', it's
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times
Tell 'em Dre, it ain't nuttin' but

What's on in the world today?
People fightin', feudin', lootin', it's
Let it go, let it flow, let the good roll
Tell 'em Dre, it ain't but music

Eminem like N'Sync, well I do
So him and the Backstreet Boys too
happened to the cast of Different Strokes
Mary's broke, snortin' coke and then an overdose

I got two boys with me
Michael Jackson sent two to get me
I'm up early wit my curly
Me and Mr. Furly, Laverne and Shirley

A lotta are livin' in la la land
That's why I let my dogs out on the Men
As bad as a I had, I'm not mad
I don't need to be a jackass to up my dad

My whole country, my grandmother's old fashioned
And she keeps askin' me why I rap wit a
But Granny, I'm a flunky, I be a junky
I could be hangin' with the hoochies out at the scene

To all the independent in the house, hey
Show us your tits and shut your motherfuckin' mouth,

Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Houston
The shit's confusin', Jesse Jackson, reverend
Got George Michael's, Tevin Campbell's', Herman's
Peep places, public restrooms, peep those cases

goin' on in the world today?
People fightin', feudin', lootin', okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times
Tell 'em Dre, it ain't but music

What's goin' on in the world
People fightin', feudin', lootin', it's
Let it go, let it flow, let the times roll
Tell 'em Dre, it ain't but music

Huh, your mom and dad mad at us, for what?
We done their kids into little body snatchers
Ain't where I'm from, we don't bite our tongue
Are you you want niggas 21 to carry guns?

It's sad but I'm glad that I'm to rhyme
Where you work you ain't gettin' paid for overtime
It's music, media know it but they blind
I ain't in your light, so they hell up outta mine

Y'all the reason why Diana ended up dyin'
If you people get offended I don't care, stop
Tryin to get us to 'cuz what we say just ain't clean, uh, uh
But holdin' back on I say just ain't me

Now, what's these all mad for?
Your music is bad for, um, for teenage that drink
More than Ted Danson in Cheers Carson drink
We all fart and and cuss out our bitch, shut up

Broke or rich, I do that same old shit
I don't jump in front of a camera and no shit
So when ask me about my sarcasticness
I just slap 'em, turn and ask 'em this

What's on in the world today?
People fightin', feudin', lootin', okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the good roll
Tell 'em Dre, it ain't nuttin' but

What's on in the world today?
fightin', feudin', lootin', it's okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times
Tell 'em Dre, it ain't but music

Hoo hoo hoo