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 out than what britney's tit size is
Oooh I probably pissed you off again I bitch
So what christina gaguilera kiss my
You know how many shit's I get if I I did
So I can givin these twisted little kids ideas
This in, britney just 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 can't understand
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
everlast when 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 mind, whitney give me one more line
To sniff, you fuckers know what it is
Fuck your jewelry my almost diamond, beeotch!

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

Eminem doesn't like n'sync, I do
So him, and the backstreet boys too
Whatever happened to the cast of different
Mary's broke, ty's coke, and then an overdose
I got two little wit me
jackson sent two helicopters to get me
I'm up early wit my hair
Me and mr. furly, laverne and shirley!

Alotta are livin in la la land
That's why I let my 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 whole family's country, my 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 independent in the house! (hey!)
Show us your tits and shut your mouth! (what? !)

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

[swifty
Huh, your mom and dad mad at us (for what)
We done turned kids into little body snatchers
Aint like where I'm from, we don't our tongue
Are you sure you want niggas 21 to guns
It's sad but I'm glad that I'm to rhyme
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 they up outta mine
Y'all the reason why diana ended up dyin
If you people get offended I care (stop cryin)
Tryin to get us to leave 'cause what we say just clean (uh, uh)
But holdin on what I say just ain't me

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