Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Yo Bidness

Rude boy sittin' pancaked on
Clown love to Chicage
We like Blaze
My homie, and yours?
We dead, we dead? No wait a
We die, we don't die, we dead

Maybe I like murder music
You know shit stab your fuckin' eye
Maybe I eatin' shit like Tylenol PM's
5 or 6'll get you high, oh

Maybe I like punchin' I don't even know
I knock 'em flat up out
Tuck some money in jacket with a note
That simply reads, I had to let anger out

Maybe I hang with weirdos, and hoodlums
And junkies, I 'em by my side
mama doesn't understand a friend
Is hard to come by, so I keep I can find

I got two felonies, tattoos on my neck
And I paint my face
Can I still date daughter? I mean, I think
I outta, I like the way she

yo bidness, how I act
Ain't yo bidness, don't get
yo concern, what we do
Less you yo, face slapped too

yo bidness, how I act
Ain't yo bidness, don't get
Ain't yo concern, we do
Less you want yo, slapped too

Maybe I even like you, but I gotta front
'Cuz your a record label guy, fucker
if I dragged you by the hair into the street
And beat your ass, put a up in your eye, bitch

I would rather fuck a Missy Elliot
Before a Toni
I would rather fuck a Macy Gray
Before a Jackson

Maybe I don't no self esteem
So I like to on everybody else
when I was a boy, underneath my shirt
I had bruises and welts, oh, okay

Maybe I was hungry, bottom barrel
And my mom was always
Maybe I'm lyin', I'm tryna find an excuse
To be a dick, I'm a dick,

Maybe I'm upset that you left me, hang myself
Right above your bed, you try suicide
the ceiling fan, so I'll be swingin'
When you walk in, I might you in the head

Maybe I got therapists, I been committed
But my manager he got me free, double A
Eighteen a day, I get so dizzy and high
Sometimes I even see, I gotta sit down

yo bidness, how I act
Ain't yo bidness, don't get
Ain't yo concern, we do
Less you want yo, face too

yo bidness, how I act
Ain't yo bidness, don't get
Ain't yo concern, we do
Less you yo, face slapped too

Esham the Man, running with the fuckin' hatchet
Violent J the Juggalo, and
The strangler allegedly
known as the soopa villains

Super flex, jet sex
The boogie man bustin' the necks, get wet
The soopa villains super checks
The Juggalo in me will break the bank and you necks

the Juggle jugglin' Juggalo thuggalin' thuggalo
Scrub mutha facko
My axe I keep with me, with
I creep with, sever skulls and with

The strangler super plex
Some through the limo window, super stretch
Now, I wonder should I shoot you
With the soaker, get you soakin' wet

Juggaloly, I'm a soopa
I'm swingin' my and I'm all up on the ceiling
I'm a ninja, throw drop kicks, necks like Sabu
Stab you, grab at you

Soopa villains, makin' a soopa killin'
ya feelins'
Ready and any day I could blow
monkey like Mojo Jo Jo

Citizens talk to the FBI
'Cuz that killa the shank to ya neck be I
I'm quick to bag the diamonds, in
I Batman, but Robin's a faggot