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 sick is
Ooops I did it again didn't I my harder
To figure out what britney's tit size is
Oooh I probably pissed you off didn't I bitch
So what christina kiss my grits
You how many shit's I get if I wish 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 can't
Goddamn bitch I'm rich I can't this
Are pictures they made of us together on the internet
As close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the
And shit it comes to that I hit harder from the back
Than everlast he's pluggin lethal in his fuckin ass
Just give me one more britney hit me one more time
Let me know on your mind, whitney give me one more line
To sniff, you fuckers know time it is
Fuck your jewelry my record's diamond, beeotch!

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

Eminem like n'sync, well I do
So him, and the backstreet boys too
Whatever to the cast of different strokes
Mary's broke, ty's snortin coke, and then an
I got two little wit me
Michael sent two helicopters to get me
I'm up early wit my hair
Me and mr. furly, fuckin 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 don't need to be a jackass to up my dad
My family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned
And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a
But grannie I'm a I could be a junky
I be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene

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

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

[swifty
Huh, mom and dad probably mad at us (for what)
We done turned their into little body snatchers
Aint like where I'm from, we don't our tongue
Are you you want niggas 21 to carry guns
sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme
Where you work you ain't gettin for that overtime
It's only music, media know it but 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 don't (stop cryin)
Tryin to get us to leave 'cause we say just ain't clean (uh, uh)
But holdin back on what I say ain't me

[kon
Now what's these parents all mad for? (your is bad for 'um)
For teenage kids drink more than ted danson in cheers
Carson drink beers, we all and piss and cuss 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 my sarcasticness
I just 'em, turn around and ask 'em this