Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Nuttin' but Music

Aint nuttin' but

It's shit like this I kick to these rich white
Who might see how fucked up this sick life is
Ooops I did it didn't I my shit's harder
To figure out than what tit size is
I probably pissed you off again didn't I bitch
So christina gaguilera kiss my grits
You know how many I get if I wish I did
So I can quit givin these little 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 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 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, whitney give me one line
To sniff, you know what time it is
Fuck your jewelry my record's 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 good times
Tell 'em dre- it ain't nuttin but

Eminem doesn't n'sync, well I do
So fuck him, and the backstreet too
Whatever happened to the cast of strokes
Mary's broke, ty's coke, and then an overdose
I got two boys wit me
jackson 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 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 keeps me why I rap wit a honky
But grannie I'm a I could be a junky
I could be hangin with the hoochies out at the scene

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

Robert downey, bobby brownie, whitney
The shit's (sniff!)
jackson, reverend scandal
Got george michael's, campbells
Peewee herman's, peep show
restrooms, peep those cases

[swifty
Huh, mom and dad probably mad at us (for what)
We done turned their kids into little body
like where I'm from, we don't bite our tongue
Are you sure you want 21 to carry guns
It's sad but I'm glad I'm made to rhyme
you work you ain't gettin paid for that overtime
It's only music, media it but they blind
I in your light, so stay they hell up outta mine
Y'all the reason why princess 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 back on I say just ain't me

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