Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Nuttin' but Music

Aint nuttin' but

It's shit this I kick to these rich white kids
Who just might see how up this sick life is
Ooops I did it again I my shit's harder
To out than what britney's tit size is
I probably pissed you off again didn't I bitch
So what gaguilera kiss 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 dissed justin
She fucked ben, got tit fucked and dick sucked him
If can get his ass licked, how I can't shit
Goddamn bitch I'm rich I can't understand
Are pictures they made of us together on the internet
As close as I'm gonna get to hittin it from the back
And shit when it comes to I hit harder from the back
Than everlast when he's lethal in his fuckin ass
Just me one more 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 what it is
Fuck your jewelry my record's diamond, beeotch!

[hook 2x: eminem + dr
What's goin on in the world
People fightin, feudin, lootin, it's
Let it go, let it flow, let the good roll
'em dre- it ain't nuttin but music

Eminem doesn't n'sync, well I do
So him, and the backstreet boys too
Whatever happened to the cast of different
Mary's broke, snortin coke, and then an overdose
I got two little wit me
Michael jackson two helicopters to get me
I'm up early wit my curly
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 to beat up my dad
My whole family's country, my old fashioned
And she askin me why I rap wit a honky
But I'm a flunky I could be a junky
I could be hangin with the hoochies out at the scene

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

Robert downey, bobby brownie, houston
The confusin (sniff!)
Jesse jackson, scandal
Got michael's, tevin campbells
Peewee herman's, peep places
Public restrooms, peep cases

[swifty
Huh, mom and dad probably mad at us (for what)
We done turned their kids little body snatchers
Aint like where I'm from, we don't bite our
Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry
It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to
Where you work you ain't paid 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 reason why diana ended up dyin
If you get offended I don't care (stop cryin)
to get us to leave 'cause what we say just ain't clean (uh, uh)
But back on what I say just ain't me

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