Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Nuttin' but Music

Aint nuttin' but

It's shit like this I kick to these rich kids
Who just might see how fucked up this life is
I did it again didn't 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 christina kiss my grits
You know how many I get if I wish I did
So I can quit givin these little kids ideas
This just in, britney dissed justin
She just fucked ben, got tit and dick sucked him
If affleck can get his ass licked, how I shit
Goddamn bitch I'm rich I understand this
Are those pictures 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 that I hit from the back
Than everlast when he's lethal in his fuckin ass
give 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 fuckers know time it is
Fuck your jewelry my almost diamond, beeotch!

2x: eminem + dr dre]
What's goin on in the today
People fightin, feudin, lootin, it's
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times
Tell 'em dre- it nuttin but music

Eminem doesn't 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 little wit me
Michael jackson sent two 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 to be a jackass to beat up my dad
My family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned
And she keeps me why I rap wit a honky
But grannie I'm a I could be a junky
I be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene

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

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

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

artis]
Now what's these parents all mad for? (your 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!)
or rich, I still 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 around and ask 'em