Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Nuttin' but Music

Aint but music

It's shit like this I kick to these rich white
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
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 little kids
This just in, britney just dissed
She just ben, got tit fucked and dick sucked him
If affleck can get his ass licked, how I can't
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 hittin it from the
And when it comes to that I hit harder from the back
Than everlast when he's pluggin lethal in his ass
Just give me one more chance hit me one more time
Let me know what's on your mind, give me one more line
To sniff, you fuckers know what it is
Fuck your my record's almost diamond, beeotch!

[hook 2x: + dr dre]
What's on in the world today
People fightin, feudin, lootin, okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the times roll
Tell 'em dre- it nuttin but music

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

Alotta rappers are livin in la la
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 to beat up my dad
My whole family's country, my grandmother's old
And she keeps me why I rap wit a honky
But grannie I'm a flunky I could be a
I could be with the hoochies out at the club scene

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

Robert downey, bobby brownie, whitney
The confusin (sniff!)
Jesse jackson, reverend
Got george michael's, campbells
herman's, peep show 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 bite our tongue
Are you sure you want niggas 21 to guns
It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to
Where you work you ain't gettin paid for overtime
It's only music, know it but they blind
I ain't in your light, so stay hell up outta mine
Y'all the reason why princess 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 back on what I say just ain't me

artis]
Now what's these parents all mad (your music is bad for 'um)
For teenage kids drink more than ted danson in cheers
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 in front of a camera and change no shit
So they ask me about my sarcasticness
I just slap 'em, around and ask 'em this