Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Nuttin' but Music

Aint nuttin' but

It's shit like this I kick to these white kids
Who just might see how up this sick life is
Ooops I did it again didn't I my harder
To figure out what britney's tit size is
Oooh I pissed you off again didn't I bitch
So what christina gaguilera my grits
You how many shit's I get if I wish I did
So I can quit givin these twisted kids ideas
This just in, britney dissed justin
She just ben, got tit fucked and dick sucked him
If can get his ass licked, how I can't shit
Goddamn bitch I'm I can't understand this
Are those pictures they made of us together on the
As close as I'm ever get to hittin it from the back
And shit when it comes to 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 time it is
Fuck your jewelry my almost diamond, beeotch!

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

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

Alotta rappers are livin in la la
why I let my dogs out on the baha men
As bad as a I had, I'm not mad
I don't need to be a jackass to up my dad
My whole family's country, my grandmother's old
And she askin me why I rap wit a honky
But I'm a flunky I could be a junky
I could be hangin with the hoochies out at the club

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

Robert downey, bobby brownie, houston
The shit's (sniff!)
jackson, reverend scandal
Got michael's, tevin campbells
Peewee herman's, peep places
Public restrooms, those cases

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

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