Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Nuttin' but Music

Aint nuttin' but

It's like this I kick to these rich white kids
Who just might see how fucked up sick life is
Ooops I did it didn't I my shit's harder
To figure out than what tit size is
Oooh I probably pissed you off again didn't I
So christina gaguilera kiss my grits
You know how many shit's I get if I I did
So I can quit these twisted little kids ideas
This just in, britney dissed justin
She just fucked ben, got tit fucked and 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 gonna get to hittin it from the
And shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the
Than everlast when he's 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 what it is
Fuck jewelry my record's almost diamond, beeotch!

[hook 2x: + dr dre]
What's 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 ain't nuttin but

Eminem doesn't like n'sync, I do
So fuck him, and the backstreet too
Whatever to the cast of different strokes
Mary's broke, ty's coke, and then 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 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 country, my grandmother's old fashioned
And she askin me why I rap wit a honky
But grannie I'm a I could be a junky
I could be hangin with the out at the club scene

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

Robert downey, brownie, whitney houston
The confusin (sniff!)
Jesse jackson, scandal
Got michael's, tevin campbells
Peewee herman's, peep places
Public restrooms, peep cases

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

artis]
Now what's these parents all mad for? (your is bad for 'um)
For teenage that drink more than ted danson in cheers
drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (shutup!)
Broke or rich, I do that same old shit
I jump in front of a camera and change no shit
So when ask me about my sarcasticness
I slap 'em, turn around and ask 'em this