Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Nuttin' but Music

Aint nuttin' but

It's shit like this I kick to these rich white
Who just see how fucked up this sick life is
Ooops I did it again didn't I my shit's
To figure out than what tit size is
Oooh I probably pissed you off didn't I bitch
So what christina gaguilera kiss my
You know how many I get if I wish I did
So I can quit givin these twisted little kids
just in, britney just 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 understand this
Are pictures they made of us together on the internet
As close as I'm ever get to hittin it from the back
And shit when it comes to that I hit harder the back
Than when he's pluggin lethal in his fuckin ass
Just give me one more britney hit me one more time
Let me know what's on your mind, whitney give me one more
To sniff, you know what 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 times roll
Tell 'em dre- it nuttin but music

Eminem doesn't n'sync, well I do
So fuck him, and the boys too
Whatever happened to the cast of strokes
Mary's broke, ty's snortin coke, and then an
I got two boys wit me
Michael sent two helicopters to get me
I'm up early wit my curly
Me and mr. furly, laverne and shirley!

Alotta rappers are in la la land
That's why I let my dogs out on the men
As bad as a I had, I'm not mad
I need to be a jackass to beat up my dad
My whole family's country, my old fashioned
And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a
But grannie I'm a flunky I could be a
I could be hangin the hoochies out at the club scene

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

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

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

artis]
Now what's these all mad for? (your music is bad for 'um)
For teenage kids that drink more than ted in cheers
Carson beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (shutup!)
Broke or rich, I 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 slap 'em, turn around and ask 'em this