Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Nuttin' but Music

Aint but music

It's shit like this I kick to these rich white
Who just might see how up this sick life is
Ooops I did it again didn't I my shit's
To figure out than britney's tit size is
Oooh I probably pissed you off didn't I bitch
So what christina gaguilera kiss my
You know how shit's I get if I wish I did
So I can givin these twisted little kids ideas
This just in, britney just dissed
She just fucked ben, got tit and dick sucked him
If can get his ass licked, how I can't shit
bitch I'm rich I can't understand this
Are pictures they made of us together on the internet
As close as I'm ever gonna get to it from the back
And shit when it comes to that I hit harder the back
Than everlast when he's pluggin lethal in his ass
give me one more chance britney hit me one more time
Let me know what's on your mind, whitney give me one more
To sniff, you fuckers know what it is
your jewelry my record's almost diamond, beeotch!

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

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

Alotta rappers are livin in la la
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 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!)
us your tits and shut your motherfuckin mouth! (what? !)

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

[swifty
Huh, your mom and dad mad at us (for what)
We done turned their into little body snatchers
Aint like I'm from, we don't bite our tongue
Are you sure you niggas 21 to carry guns
It's sad but I'm glad I'm made to rhyme
Where you work you ain't gettin paid for overtime
It's only music, media know it but blind
I ain't in your light, so stay they hell up mine
Y'all the reason why princess diana 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 more ted danson in cheers
drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (shutup!)
Broke or rich, I still do that old shit
I don't jump in front of a camera and change no
So when they ask me my sarcasticness
I just slap 'em, turn around and ask 'em