Luyện nghe bài hát Bullshit

(Whoo, hah, hah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we kickin' 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 the man, I'm gettin' down
I mo daps than H. Rap Brown
I drive the wild, 'cause they love the way I talk
You can't drive me crazy, 'cause I'm close enough to

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

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

I probably be doper if I smoked crack you
But Swift and beat my ass until I'm black and blue
'Cause I with, no way out shit
I'm tired of this one-hittin' out shit

Some rock like the Liks bullshit
Uhh, I big tits, bullshit
We'll never make another hit,
I drink, 'cause I quit, bullshit

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

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

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

When I met you I sure aye tower
You on my dank like there was no tomorrow
All I wanted was some sexin', now you want
Damn I to see your ass comin' in my direction

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

Well, oh snap, goes a fashion
incredible, with the style
That I learned as a younglin', where's the beef
sleep, I used to run around with the creeps

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

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

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

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

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

I smoke, no bullshit
I drink, no bullshit
I fuck, no bullshit

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