Luyện nghe bài hát Bullshit

(Whoo, hah, hah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we it
Uhh, uhh, uhh, we it
Yeah, yeah, we it

(Whoo)
Yeah, yeah, we it
Yeah, in the house
Huh, uhh, Fred in the
it out, bullshit

I'm J-Ro the man, I'm down
I mo daps than H. Rap Brown
I drive the hoes wild, 'cause they the way I talk
You can't me crazy, 'cause I'm close enough to walk

I bust threes Terry Tegall, get higher than a eagle
You're a dirty pigeon, BSn 'bout religion
I don't a damn if you don't eat ham
You the microphone and refuse to slam

I make a nigga scared to the mic behind me
I kick shit so deep King Neptune couldn't me
Yo, can I get a go
(Go J-Ro)
To let me if I can flow

I probably be doper if I crack like you
But and Tash'll beat my ass until I'm black and blue
'Cause I ain't with, no way out
I'm tired of this played out shit

Some niggaz rock like the bullshit
Uhh, I big tits, bullshit
We'll make another hit, bullshit
I drink, 'cause I quit, bullshit

Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah,
(Whoo)
We kickin' it, we it
(Hold up)
We it

Baby, you're my one and only
Baby, a true fact bullshit
Uhh, I never ya lonely bullshit
Yo, I'll you right back, bullshit

Baby, don't take the blame you're a real cool
But now that I made you call my name you just look the same
From the middle of the bed I your head like a Rock n' Roller
On the way out, I a nigga with my pistol-a

When I met you I sure wishin' aye
You hopped on my dank like was no tomorrow
All I was some sexin', now you want affection
Damn I hate to see ass comin' in my direction

Wait here, I'll be back, I'm goin' to get a spliff
You I'm goin' through your ass like Emmitt Smith

Well, oh snap, here a fashion
That's incredible, the style
That I learned back as a younglin', where's the
Don't sleep, I to run around with the creeps

Ain't no tellin', Jack Helen
About a lot of people so I'm for the border
And get me a Taco, Gin and
Mom and pop yo, I'm this shit

It's not a plan I wrote the book Style
Taught the child how to stand he piss
Be a man, go Jan
The man's tan, bring back MC Shan

And I every word, bullshit
style you ever heard, bullshit
For the sake, rock on, rock on
For the beats sake, on, rock on

And you go whoo, groove, grand groove
(Alkaholiks y'all, y'all)
Uhh, take it now
it's fat now, that's how I bring it back now

Whoo, grand groove, grand
This one to all the motherfuckers out there bullshittin'
This wonderful bullshit how would you make a bullshit

I don't smoke, no
I don't drink, no
I don't fuck, no

one goes out to the P-Town
And all over, baby, yeah baby, Compton baby
in the house
And we out