Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Nuttin' but Music

Aint but music

It's shit like this I kick to rich white kids
Who just might see how fucked up this life is
Ooops I did it didn't I my shit's harder
To figure out what britney's tit size is
I probably pissed you off again didn't 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 little kids ideas
This just in, britney just justin
She just fucked ben, got tit fucked and sucked him
If affleck can get his ass licked, how I shit
Goddamn I'm rich I can't understand this
Are those pictures they made of us on the internet
As close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it the back
And shit when it to that I hit harder from the back
Than everlast he's 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 me one more line
To sniff, you fuckers what time it is
your jewelry my record's almost diamond, beeotch!

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

Eminem doesn't like n'sync, I do
So fuck him, and the boys too
Whatever happened to the cast of strokes
Mary's broke, ty's 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 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 jackass to up my dad
My family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned
And she askin me why I rap wit a honky
But grannie I'm a I could be a junky
I could be with the hoochies out at the club scene

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

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

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

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