Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Nuttin' but Music

Aint but music

It's shit like this I kick to rich white kids
Who just see how fucked up this sick life is
Ooops I did it didn't I my shit's harder
To figure out than britney's tit size is
Oooh I probably pissed you off again I bitch
So christina gaguilera kiss my grits
You know how shit's I get if I wish I did
So I can quit givin these twisted kids ideas
This just in, just dissed justin
She just fucked ben, got tit fucked and dick him
If can get his ass licked, how I can't shit
Goddamn bitch I'm I can't understand this
Are those they made of us together on the internet
As close as I'm ever gonna get to it from the back
And shit when it comes to I hit harder from the back
Than everlast when pluggin lethal in his fuckin ass
Just give me one chance britney hit me one more time
Let me know what's on your mind, whitney give me one line
To sniff, you fuckers know time it is
Fuck your jewelry my record's diamond, beeotch!

[hook 2x: eminem + dr
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 it ain't nuttin but music

Eminem like n'sync, well I do
So fuck him, and the backstreet too
Whatever happened to the of different strokes
Mary's broke, ty's coke, and then an overdose
I got two boys wit me
Michael jackson sent two to get me
I'm up early wit my hair
Me and mr. furly, laverne and shirley!

Alotta are livin in la la land
why I let my dogs out on the baha 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 me why I rap wit a honky
But grannie I'm a flunky I be a junky
I could be hangin with the out at the club scene

[kon
To all the women in the house! (hey!)
Show us your tits and shut motherfuckin mouth! (what? !)

Robert downey, bobby brownie, whitney
The shit's (sniff!)
Jesse jackson, reverend
Got george michael's, tevin
Peewee herman's, peep places
Public restrooms, peep those

[swifty
Huh, your mom and dad mad at us (for what)
We done turned their kids into body snatchers
Aint like where I'm from, we bite our tongue
Are you sure you want 21 to carry guns
It's sad but I'm glad that I'm to rhyme
Where you work you ain't gettin for that overtime
It's only music, know it but they blind
I ain't in your light, so stay they hell up mine
Y'all the why princess diana ended up dyin
If you people get offended I care (stop cryin)
Tryin to get us to leave what we say just ain't clean (uh, uh)
But holdin back on what I say just me

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Now what's these parents all mad (your music is bad for 'um)
For teenage that drink more than ted danson in cheers
Carson beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (shutup!)
Broke or rich, I still do that same old
I don't jump in front of a camera and no shit
So they ask me about my sarcasticness
I just slap 'em, around and ask 'em this